Good Morning, Little Ones!
Thank you to Mel, Jill, and Dani!
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To the mountains.
It's the only direction Edward has given me. We're somewhere in the United Kingdom, if driving on the left is any indication, but I'm still not entirely sure where.
We have to stop for gas at some point, and this is when I start panicking. I'm driving around a country I've magically entered in a stolen car, without a passport or even my wallet to ID me. I don't have any sort of currency to pay for anything.
Edward climbs out of the car when we get to the gas station, and without a look back, he heads inside to pay. I'm baffled watching him.
Even here, totally out of his element, he looks natural and confident. Is there anything that truly shakes him?
He comes back out a few minutes later, giving me a small nod. I start filling up the car, glancing over at him curiously. He meets me by the side of the car, looking smug, which to be fair isn't far from his normal face.
"Do you have cash?" I ask.
Edward grins, like he was hoping I'd ask.
"Just a bit of magic," he murmurs. When I stare at him, he pulls a piece of paper from his pocket. It looks like a flyer for a local attraction. I frown at him. "It's fae magic," he says, shaking the paper. "Called Glamour. We can change the appearance of things." He holds the paper out to me, and I look down at it, surprised when it looks like a banknote. I take it, holding it up. It flashes between a banknote and flyer, and I look up at him.
"It's not a very effective disguise," I tell him.
Edward frowns. "It actually is," he murmurs. He pauses and reaches down to me, taking my face in his palms. It's so unexpected, I squeak. His eyes—silver, reflecting the grey sky—peer into mine. "Who have you met, Little One?"
His voice is soft, and despite the intimacy of his hold on me, my heart suddenly clenches, and I don't know if it's in fear or something else.
I open my mouth—maybe to deny it, or maybe to confess, I'm not sure—when the gas hose clicks and breaks through the tension between us.
I yank myself from him, busying myself with focusing on the car. I can feel Edward watching me silently, trying to read me, but I don't let myself stop or look back at him.
I finish up with the gas and move to the driver's door. Edward is still standing in front of it, and he reaches out, his hand on the door, blocking me. I look up at him in surprise.
"What have you done, Little One?"
I frown at him. "Nothing."
He presses his body into mine, flattening my spine against the car, and I arch back to look up at him. His eyes are intense, and he brings his other hand up to surround me.
"Who have you seen, Little One?" His face dips closer to mine, and I don't think he's trying to be sexual, because this is just how he is.
"You're trying to bully me," I whisper.
Edward's smile is almost cruel. "Were you Fae, you'd be honest with me." He sighs. His breath is sweet and makes me want to lean into him.
I blink and focus on him. "Even if I were Fae," I whisper, "I'd find a way not to be honest."
Edward pulls back from me slightly, a small smirk on his face. "A fair point," he concedes after a moment. We're in a gas station. It's freezing out. We're on the road to find something that scares Edward, but with his body pressing me into the car, all I can think about is how much I want to devour him. Will this unrelenting hunger ever ease?
He knows what I'm thinking. I can see it in his eyes and feel it in his energy, as he shifts, one leg sliding between mine, ever so slightly.
I let out a shaky breath. "We're in public," I whisper.
"I care not."
My body is on fire, aching for him in absolutely every way. It's obscene how much my body craves him.
"We have to keep moving," I whisper, even as my hips grind down against his leg.
He grunts, his mouth near my ear, breathing onto my neck and sending gooseflesh out through my whole body.
"What wicked spell have you cast upon me, Little One?"
I moan, my fingers fisting in the edges of his shirt.
I'm fueled by the knowledge that he wants me as deeply as I want him.
"We have to go," I try one last time. It's a feeble attempt to get us back on the road. Edward's lips brush my neck, pulling back slightly so his teeth can nip at me. My body shudders against him.
A car pulls into the station next to us, spitting exhaust fumes, and we both cough. Edward steps from me, and though he's no longer close enough to devour, the hunger in his eyes is still very much there. "Get in," I croak. He nods, letting out a small breath and moving around the car. When I climb in, I'm shaking.