A/N: It sucks that I can't post photos on FF because I wish you could see the photo prompt that inspired this one, I love it. If you do have FB and would like to see it, add me, I'm Steph Ashes on FB and the picture is on my page :)

Picture Prompt - A naked couple embraced on a roof of a trailer, girl is smoking and a bottle of Jager is next to her.

EXB. Rated M.

NOMADS.

We're lying on the roof of our trailer. That's all we can afford at the moment. I dropped out of high school to run away from my abusive father, and Edward dropped out to follow me.

It's not like he had anything to stay for, all he had was me. His absent, alcoholic mother could barely pay the bills and put food on the table.

We couldn't stand to be apart. Wherever I went, he went and vice versa.

That's what built our bond; two lost souls from broken homes found a home within each other, even though we didn't have a home.

When we first left our hometown, Edward was selling drugs so that we wouldn't have to sleep on the streets. While I miss the money he made from it, I forced him to get out of it when it became too dangerous. I would rather be homeless with him than not have him at all.

I managed to get a job at a truck stop diner in the small town we moved to, and Edward got a job at the only mechanic shop within miles. We've only been here for a little over a month, and we came here with barely any money in our pockets. Hopefully, we can find something nicer once we're able to save a bit more money from our new jobs.

But this is all we have for now, and strangely it's enough.

As long as we have each other, some type of shelter over our heads, and food in our bellies—I'm happier than I've ever been. It's not like I have much to compare to, but I know nothing will ever make me feel the way Edward does. I don't even want to think about where I'd be without him. He's constantly sacrificing everything to support us—to be together.

We're both completely naked, but we're high up enough that no one can see us. It's too hot and stuffy inside our small trailer, and this is the closest thing we have to a backyard or patio. At least we have a gorgeous view of the sunset from here—the hues of pink, orange, and purple blending as one.

The sky always fascinates me; it reminds me of what a big world we live in and how much is out there left to explore. That's what always keeps me going; no matter how rock bottom we reach, there is always a possibility for more.

I have a smoke in one hand, a bottle of Jager next to me, and Edward's face is pressed against the tight skin of my stomach. His petal-soft lips give me lazy kisses around my belly button as his callused hands caress my curves.

All I need to be satisfied.

"Baby, are you happy?" Edward muses, lost in deep thought. The warmth of his breath sends tingles throughout my body.

"Of course I am. Why would you ask me that?" I butt out my cigarette and sit up so I can look at him better.

Knots tighten in my stomach. Why is he asking me that? Is he not happy?

He sighs. "Because you deserve so much more, and this is all I can offer you." He gestures to our surroundings.

I take a swig before I pass the bottle to him. The liquid soothes my throat and eases my nerves. "Ok, maybe this isn't anyone's dream situation but Edward, anywhere you are, I'm the happiest fucking girl in the world. I had absolutely nothing before you."

"Are you happy?" I retort.

"More than I could imagine."

I run my fingers through the locks of his hair, scratching my nails against his scalp. He closes his eyes at the sensation and hums in pleasure. He fucking loves when I do that.

"I don't give a fuck whether we live in a mansion or a trailer park, or if we eat boxed mac n' chess or lobster for dinner. As long as you're by my side, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world," I said, meaning every single word.

No matter how strong and powerful his presence is and how much he's overcome in life, he has this vulnerability and insecurity that only I've ever seen—but how can you not with the life we've lived.

Edward's lying on top of my legs still as I'm sitting up, his head nestled in my lap, his hair tickling the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I'm entranced by the hard, thick muscles in his arms and back from all the odd labor jobs, he's worked to support us. The glow from the setting sun shines against his eyes, enhancing his captivating, sparkling emerald eyes—the blonde and red streaks highlighting his copper, messy, sex hair.

He's so fucking breathtaking. How could he ever doubt if he's enough?

Even though Edward has a million thoughts running through his mind all the time, he's a man of very few words. He doesn't open up much and always acts like everything's fine even when it isn't, and I believe it's for his own sanity rather than for mine. So when he speaks up, I know it's eating at him.

My words seem to satisfy him and ease the tension in his face. "I fucking love you so much. You're all I need," he praises, turning his head to the side to kiss the crease where my inner thigh meets my pussy.

That's all he needs to say. He may not express his thoughts and feelings vocally much, but his actions and body speak louder than any words can. The way he worships my body with his hands, mouth, cock.

Edward pushes against my chest, so I'm lying flat down again. He grabs each side of my thighs and spreads my legs wide open desperately and hungrily. He shoves his head between them, licking his hot, wet tongue between my slit, separating my folds, drinking up my arousal. Devouring me as I'm the only thing in the world to quench his thirst.

I whimper at the ache in my clit, my wetness dripping onto his tongue, and the pleasure he's forcing from me. My hands grip and pull onto his thick hair as he groans against me, sending vibrations as I light another smoke with my other hand, the smoky haze swirling around me and hazing my vision.

We'll be alright, Just you and me against the world—our bodies speak.

A/N: I've been thinking about trailer park stories for a while, let me know if you guys know any good ones out there!