Fifteen: A Hard Realisation

My eyes flutter open because there's something warm pressing against my neck. It moves slowly down to my shoulder, that something tickling my face. A hum in pleasure, cuddling back into the warmth.

Without opening my eyes I search with my hand, finding a head, caressing it gently under my soft touch.

"Morning," his voice croaks in the most erotic way, "If you don't want to be caught out together we should really get up."

"Or we keep the door locked and stay here," I dare to push my ass back into his pelvis.

He lets out a restrained moan, one of his arms rest over my hip, holding me close to his body. My back and ass fit to his front firmly. We're puzzle pieces that fit.

"While that was the whole idea I had intended before my stupid siblings hijacked our weekend away, I'm thinking we should decide on making breakfast for everyone instead," he whispers, kissing my skin after every few words.

"You're right," I sigh, leaning back to look up at him slightly.

"I don't want to be," he shakes his head, "we could put sleeping pills in all their pancakes or something? Come back to bed?"

"It would put Emmett and Alice's bickering to an end," I laugh.

"My mother would lecture me," he climbs out of bed, "and I couldn't do what I want to do to you in good conscience while my family lay passed out beyond that door."

"Now I'm definitely interested," I sit up, covering my body with my sheet.

"I bet you are," he picks my pyjama shirt up, still discarded from our round(s) of passion, throwing it to me, "in due time you'll see what I intend to do to you, baby."

Slipping it over my head I climb out of bed, finding myself some panties and shorts.

He takes my hand as we pad down to the kitchen, feet naked against the wooden floor.

"So what is our plan with Emmett?" I say.

As we step into the kitchen we stop in our tracks, hands still entangled.

"Perhaps you could lie to him?" Emmett smirks, sipping a coffee, perched up at the breakfast bar.

We glance at one another, before I remove my hand from Edward's. Edward looks at his brother trying to figure out the best approach here.

"Busted! I knew it," he points at us, "I'm sure I'm not the only one who does after last night. You were all I could hear."

"Oh my god," I cry out, covering my face with my hands, "ground swallow me."

"We don't know what you mean," Edward tries, "perhaps you heard Jasper and Alice."

"Firstly that's my baby sister so please don't put shit like that anywhere near my mind, and secondly don't fucking gaslight me Edward," he points at us, "you two are together. I knew it!"

"We're not 'you two' or 'together'," Edward motions between both of our bodies with his hand.

I try not to let that hurt. He's right by technicality.

"So you're sleeping with each other?" Emmett asks.

Edward walks toward his brother, as he walks behind him, he launches a sharp slap onto the crown of Em's head. Emmett reaches out to smack Edward's stomach using the back of his hand. He laughs loudly as Edward scowls.

"That's personal," I take a seat beside Emmett, rubbing my face with my fingers.

"So yes," Emmett smirks, "I for one think it's about time. All that sexual tension between you two was thick."

"How'd you even guess?" I ask.

"You kept staring at her yesterday," Emmett motions to Edward, "you normally do, but this was different. You're my brother. I know everything about you. Except I didn't recognise how you were looking at her."

I'm unable to look at either of them. My cheeks are on fire.

"It's just sex," Edward heads toward the butler's pantry, possibly to grab utensils to cook. Possibly to count to ten so he doesn't snap and murder his brother.

"Yeah," I mutter.

Emmett leans into me, hand on my back.

"If you feel more you need to tell him," he whispers.

"I can't," I whisper back looking at him, "not after what I did."

"That was how you felt and he can't hold it against you. Just like how you can't hold it against him if he doesn't feel the same way now. But I think he's fully into you and whatever future you could want. He needs you to make the first move. He needs to have all the information because you'll get hurt," Emmett sits back as Edward returns.

"I'm team Bella," Emmett whispers to me quickly before Edward can catch it.

"Hungry?" Edward asks me.

"Only if you make your peanut butter pancakes," Emmett says.

"Sure," Edward nods at his brother, looking back at me, "coffee?"

"Yes please," I nod.

"You know how she takes it?" Emmett asks.

"Of course," Edward scoffs.

"So you're just sleeping with her, but you also know her coffee order," Emmett teases.

"She lives with me you idiot," Edward rolls his eyes, "l make her coffee all the time."

"He does. He's made me coffee for a really long time," I agree.

"Just saying I know Rosalie's coffee order too," Emmett shrugs.

"I know Rosalie's coffee order," Edward laughs moving around the kitchen preparing batter while the coffee machine begins its work, "she drinks her coffee black."

"Is he sleeping with my girl too?" Emmett gasps looking at me.

"I sure hope not," I shrug.

"I'm not," Edward's eyes flick to mine.

"I was actually going to suggest a night out when we go back. I know this guy in my class who you would get on with,' Emmett looks at me, "since you two aren't serious there might be room for a man who'll actually give you a relationship."

"Emmett," Edward groans out in warning.

"You said it's just sex. Why would it matter? You're not together. Bella can sleep with who she wants," Emmett looks at his brother, "I'll text you that number!".

Emmett is an expert at pushing all these buttons.

"Can you just fuck off?" Edward snaps at him.

"So you can fuck her? Sure. Just shout out at me when the pancakes are finished," Emmett winks at his brother, patting me on the shoulder before he leaves.

"He is such a dick," Edward huffs.

"At least he didn't find out through the only fans," I shrug.

"Oh he would be a menace if he had," Edward shakes his head, "never towards you. He'd support you, but towards me... he'd lay it on thick."

"I wonder who the guy is?" I say.

Edward is still looking up at me, shocked. The spoon he's holding to mix the pancake batter drops with a loud clank.

"Kidding," I laugh, "I couldn't help myself."

"Come here," he motions me toward him with his index finger.

Laughing I do as I'm told. He pulls me into his arms, tickling my sides engulfing my frame into his hold. I let him pepper kisses on my face.

"I don't share what's mine," he whispers.

As we make food his hands constantly find my hips, his lips find mine too. I playfully smack his ass, kiss his cheeks when I make him laugh.

We flirt. It's shameless.

We call our friends down to eat when everything is cooked, and as I'm watching him across the table it hits me.

We had sex last night together. A moment for us. A moment we didn't share. I hadn't even thought about OnlyFans since I uploaded the car stuff.

Last night we slept together. In every sense of it. There was no excuse of doing it for show. We did it together because we both wanted it as much as each other.

I push my plate back suddenly and stand.

"Bella?" Alice looks at me alarmed.

"What's wrong?" Rosalie watches me.

"I'm going to be sick," I gasp out.

"Bella!" Edward shouts after me.

But I've already raced down the hall, slammed my bedroom door. Breathing heavily with my back against the door.

I'm well and truly in love with Edward Cullen.

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