The Time I Was Sick
A couple of weeks have passed since my fight with Edward. I've never seen him like that before and had no idea he was feeling that way about Riley. I suppose looking back on things now in hindsight, I may have been a bit gushy about my new colleague. I should have looked at it from Edward's point of view and realised that he might feel a bit insecure or put out. Since our fight and the talk that followed, I've made a concerted effort to show Edward just how much he means to me, just how important he is and how much I need him as well as put a bit of space between Riley and me.
It's Wednesday morning and I'm sitting at my desk when my phone buzzes.
Hey baby. How's your day? - E
I smile at my phone.
Hey baby. It's okay. Already looking forward to the end of it though. How about you? - B
I'm good. Not done a huge amount this morning. I wondered if I could pick you up for lunch again? I don't think I can wait until the weekend to see you - E
I grin and bite my bottom lip, typing back a quick message.
Sure. I'd love to. Meet you outside at noon? - B
Perfect - E
The rest of the morning passes slowly but eventually, it's time for me to head to lunch. Just before noon, I stand from my desk, grabbing my coat and bag before heading towards the lift. As the doors slide open I see Riley.
"Hey Bella, you off to lunch?" He asks, giving me a grin.
"Yeah, meeting my boyfriend" I tell him. He gives a nod and I see a look cross his eyes.
"Oh that's a shame, I was looking forward to getting to chat with you." He says.
Maybe I can see what Edward means about Riley. He does look at me a bit predatorily.
"Sorry Ri, another time maybe" I say before stepping into the lift and giving him a brief wave before the doors close once more. When I reach the foyer I head out the double doors onto the street and see Edward, leaning against the front wall, jacket pulled up around his neck and a cigarette hanging from his lips.
He's so fucking hot.
"Hey baby" He says, grinning when he sees me walking towards him.
"Hey" I say, giving him a soft kiss and smelling the smoke on his clothes. He stubs out his cigarette before taking my hand.
"Ready for lunch?" He asks. I nod with a smile before we head off towards the sandwich bar down the road. As we walk, Edward swings my hand a little and the gesture makes my stomach tingle. When we reach the sandwich bar, Edward opens the door for me before we both head up to the counter. I order a ham and lettuce sandwich while Edward orders chicken. When our food arrives, he takes the tray and leads us over to a small table in the corner.
"It's busy today" He says, his eyes looking around the room.
"Yeah it is" I say with a smile. "So how was your morning?" I ask, taking a bite of my sandwich.
"It was okay. I worked through some paperwork for work" He tells me.
"No rest for the wicked then," I say with a grin.
"Or doctors" He replies, giving me a wink.
"Sometimes I forget you're a doctor," I tell him, chewing my sandwich slowly.
"What do you mean?" He says, chuckling a little.
"Well, sometimes I forget that like...you're that guy in the white coat...diagnosing people and stuff," I say with a shrug.
"Oh yeah? I'm surprised the smell of disinfectant and latex don't remind you more often" He says with a grin.
"You don't smell like that," I tell him.
"Oh no? What do I smell like then?" He asks, his eyes full of mischief. I think for a moment before speaking.
"Washing powder, aftershave, shampoo, cigarettes and..." I hesitate for a moment, unsure how to describe it, "thick sweaters".
"Thick sweaters?" He asks with a chuckle.
"Yeah, you know they have that like...warm, wooly smell? You smell like that" I tell him. He chuckles a little more, shaking his head.
"What do I smell like?" I ask a moment later.
"Washing powder, perfume, strawberry shampoo and..." He looks up at me under his lashes, "home".
I'm silent for a moment, surprised by his answer.
"Home?" I ask quietly.
"Yeah," He says with a small shrug. "You smell like home".
I smile at him, feeling pressure in my chest at his words.
"You smell like home too" I tell him quietly.
"Yeah?" He asks, his eyes meeting mine.
"Yeah" I nod. We both grin at each other before falling silent for a minute.
"So you want to come over Friday night?" He asks me.
"Yeah, I'd love to," I say with a smile.
"Wanna stay the weekend?" He says, tilting his head up and raising an eyebrow. "I could cook for you"
"Yeah?" I say. He nods at me. "Okay, what you gonna cook me then Dr. Cullen?" I ask. It's not lost on me how his eyes darken at the name.
"I don't know Miss Swan. Something epic" He tells me.
"Epic?" I ask with a giggle.
"Epic" He replies, wiggling his eyebrows at me like a fucking dork.
We finish up our lunch before Edward walks me back to my office, giving me a soft kiss goodbye and telling me he'll see me Friday night. I wave goodbye before heading back into the lobby and up to my floor.
Friday can't come fast enough.
Friday does eventually come but not before the headache from hell. It feels like I have an army of tiny roadworkers in my head, all jackhammering at the same time. When the end of the day finally comes I grab my stuff and head out the door, hailing a cab. Thankfully, I had the forethought to bring my overnight bag with me to work so I don't have to make a stop and can go straight to Edward's.
As we fly through the city, I pull out my phone and send a quick message.
On my way - B
His reply comes a few seconds later.
See you soon - E
Before too long the car pulls to a stop outside of Edward's building. I climb out of the car, pay the driver, and make my way inside. I press the button for the lift, feeling my neck and shoulders ache as I step into the mirrored box. Stepping out on Edward's floor I head down the hallway and knock on his door. He opens it a minute later.
"Hey baby" He says with a smile when he sees me.
"Hey" I reply, my voice coming out in a big breath.
"You okay?" He asks, his eyes looking concerned.
"I have a really bad headache and my neck is fucking killing me," I tell him, dropping my bags on the floor and cuddling myself into his chest. He chuckles a little before wrapping his arms around me.
"Well come and sit down and I'll get you some painkillers," he says, leading me over to the couch in the living room. "I'll be right back," he says before running from the room. He returns a moment later with a glass of water and two tablets.
"Thanks" I say, swallowing the tablets and placing the glass down on the coffee table.
"Tell you what, why don't you chill out here while I finish making us some dinner" He tells me.
"Are you sure? I don't want to be a fucking party pooper" I say to him, making him chuckle.
"You're not a party pooper." He says, rolling his eyes. "Come on, lie down on the couch and watch some shit TV while I make you something".
I nod a little, lying back on the couch, smiling when Edward pulls my heels off and switches on the TV. He hands me the remote before giving me a kiss on the head and disappearing into the kitchen. As I lie there, I listen to him pottering around in the other room. I can hear the sound of pans and spoons and he hums occasionally to himself. It's a comforting noise and soon I can feel my eyes getting heavy.
"Baby?" I hear him whisper. My eyes flutter open and I see Edward crouched in front of me, his eyes searching mine.
"Hey, sorry," I say, rubbing my eyes. "I didn't mean to fall asleep".
"That's okay. How are you feeling?" He asks me.
"A little better thanks," I say, noticing my headache has almost gone.
"Good. You hungry?" He asks.
"Yeah, I am" I reply, not really realizing how hungry I was until now. He helps me sit up before taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen. "This smells amazing," I tell him, sitting down at the table before he puts a steaming bowl of ravioli in front of me.
"Mushroom ravioli," He says with a flourish, making me laugh. "My mother's recipe so if you don't like it you can blame her" He says. He hands me a glass of wine before taking a seat himself. I take a bite and moan around my fork.
"Edward this is really good" I tell him.
"It's one of my favourites. Pretty 'epic' right?" He says, making me giggle again.
"It is, it's pretty epic" I reply with a nod and a smile. We eat in silence for a while until Edward starts talking again.
"So, do you wanna watch a movie after dinner?" He asks.
"Sure" I say with a smile, "What do you fancy?"
"I don't really mind. You choose" He says.
"Hmmm...there's that new action movie that looks quite good. Have you seen it yet?" I ask him.
"No, not yet. You wanna watch it?" He says.
"Yeah okay" I reply. He gives me a grin in return.
We finish our food before heading back into the living room and sitting on the couch. Edward pulls me into his chest and I stretch my legs out on the couch, feeling my muscles ache as I do. He gets the movie ready before hitting play, wrapping his arms around my middle. We watch in silence for a while before I start to wriggle in my seat, unable to get comfortable thanks to my aching neck.
"You okay?" Edward asks quietly.
"Yeah, sorry, my neck is killing me" I say, rubbing a hand along it.
"Here" He says, moving me away from his chest a little.
"What are you doing?" I ask as he pulls one of his legs behind me so he's sitting semi-crossed legged.
"Giving you a massage" He replies before rubbing his hands along my shoulders. He starts to apply a bit of pressure and I can't stop the moan that leaves my mouth.
Oh my god.
"That good?" He asks and I can hear the grin in his voice.
"Yeah" I breathe. He works his hands along my shoulders, putting pressure on the knots he can feel before moving up my neck. I'm in heaven as he starts to massage my scalp, easing all the tension from my body. "That's so good" I moan.
"Well, I am a master of anatomy," He tells me with a snigger.
"I knew that already" I giggle.
"Oh yeah?" He says and I can hear the flirt in his voice.
"Oh yeah" I reply making him chuckle. He moves his hands back to my shoulders, digging his thumbs in a little harder along my shoulder blades.
"Mmm" I moan as he does a sweeping motion down from my shoulder blades to the small of my back. "Fuck" I breathe.
"If I knew you'd make noises like that I'd have massaged you sooner" He says, making me giggle.
"If I knew you were this good I'd have asked you to" I reply. He chuckles behind me, moving slightly so he can press against the muscles in my back, either side of my spine. I can feel his breath on my neck as he looks down, watching his movements. I lean back into his touch as he starts to focus on the small of my back, rubbing rough circles just where I need it.
"Oh, right there" I breathe, tilting my head back and closing my eyes.
"Right here?" He asks quietly, his voice rough.
"Yeah" I moan as he puts more pressure on that spot.
"Fuck baby, you gotta stop making those noises" He says quietly, his mouth by my ear.
"Sorry, am I making it hard for you?" I ask with a giggle.
"Yes, you're making it very hard for me" He replies, proving his point by pressing his groin into my ass. I can feel him hard as a rock behind me.
"Baby?" I say, my voice sounding breathier than before.
"Yeah?" He whispers, his nose dragging down the side of my neck.
"Wanna show me how good at anatomy you really are?" I say, smiling a little when I hear his breathing turn more ragged. Suddenly his hands are gone and he's sliding out from behind me, pulling me to my feet.
I can't help but giggle as he drags me along, heading towards his room at a lightning pace. I hear him chuckle darkly just before he closes his bedroom door and pushes me against it, his mouth finding mine. I moan into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck as he swipes his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I feel him groan when his tongue meets mine, kissing me breathless before pulling away and dragging me over to the bed.
He pushes me back to lie on the mattress, his hands quickly moving to the buttons of my shirt, popping them open and shoving the material off of my shoulders. I moan quietly as he kisses along the tops of my breasts, sliding an arm behind my back and popping the clasp of my bra. As soon as the fabric is gone he drops his lips to my nipple, sucking hard before biting it lightly.
"Urgh" I moan, my hand cupping the back of his head. He moves to the other before kissing over my ribs and down my stomach. His hands move to the zip of my skirt, pulling it down before dragging the fabric down my legs. His hands return for my panties a moment later, leaving me naked before him. He stares down at me for a moment, until the pressure is too much for me.
"Baby please" I whimper, rubbing my thighs together, trying to find a little relief.
"What? What do you want?" He asks me, his hand moving to palm himself through his jeans. I moan because it's fucking hot watching him do that.
"Touch me" I moan. He groans quietly before coming to rest next to me, swiping one finger through my wet folds. I moan loudly as he circles my clit with just the right amount of pressure. My head spins, even more, when he pushes one long finger into me, moving it back and forth at a steady pace. I look over at him and find him watching my face, his eyes flicking between mine.
I reach up, bringing his head down to mine as I kiss him hard, feeling him groan against my lips. He increases the pace while adding a second finger and I rip my mouth away from his, gasping for breath.
"Oh shit" I pant, my eyes fluttering closed as he rubs against that spot that makes me see stars. I moan loudly when I open my eyes and see him looking down, watching his hand move in and out of me. His eyes move back to mine as he increases his efforts, placing his thumb on my clit and rubbing rough circles on the small bundle of nerves.
"You're so fucking hot" He says, his voice gritty. I moan in reply, unable to do much else at this point.
"I'm gonna cum" I whimper a moment later, feeling that pressure building in my abdomen. He groans as he increases the pace even more, until I'm crying out, shaking around him, my legs slamming closed as I fall over the edge. When I finally come back down from my high I open my eyes to see Edward's dark gaze staring back at me.
"Fuck, I need you" He breathes before practically ribbing his hoodie over his head, standing from the bed and shoving his jeans and boxers down. I feel my breathing pick up once more when he crawls back toward me, grabbing a condom from the nightstand and fixing it to himself. He nestles himself between my legs, his body completely covering mine before pushing into me in one smooth thrust.
"Urgh" We both groan as the sensation hits us.
"Fuck" He pants before starting a quick rhythm. I feel the air leave my lungs, each thrust of his hips like a punch to the gut. I can hear myself moaning incoherently as I cling onto his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his hips and holding on to him.
"Oh shit, right there" I whimper, sucking hard on his shoulder as he increases the speed of his thrusts, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the room.
"Oh fuck baby, I need you to cum" He moans, his head dropping to the crook of my neck as he pants hard, his eyes squeezed closed against the pleasure. I squeeze my hand between our bodies, needing something to push me over that blissful edge once more. I rub quick circles over my clit and feel the white-hot spike of my orgasm fly up my spine.
My body snaps forward under the pressure and pleasure and I bite down hard on Edward's shoulder. I hear him groan, loud and long as his hips pump sporadically against mine, finding his own release. When I come back to earth once more I realise I'm clinging to him, my arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body. I can hear his heavy breathing and feel his wet pants against my neck. I unwrap my arms and turn my head to look at him.
"So...am I a master of anatomy?" He asks with a breathless chuckle.
"I would say a king" I tell him, giggling at his pleased expression.
"A king?" He says, giving me a sloppy kiss. "I'll take that" He replies, making me laugh. He rolls off of me, disposing of the condom before turning on his side to face me. We just look at each other for a while before I speak again.
"I love you" I whisper.
"I love you too" He whispers back. I smile, listening to his steady breathing and feeling my body turn to jelly from all the orgasms. My eyes start to get heavy but I force them open when I hear Edward speak.
"You tired?" He asks quietly. I hum in agreement, hearing him chuckle.
"I'm gonna lock up. You stay here" He says before I feel the mattress dip, then hear his footsteps as he crosses the room. I'm asleep before he even gets back.
I wake suddenly in the night, my eyes flying open and trying to focus in the dark. I feel a wave of nausea hit me. I stay completely still, trying to keep my breathing even. Then, another wave comes and I know I need to move. Now.
I throw myself out of the bed, running from the room and into the bathroom at the end of the hall. I fall to my knees just making it to the toilet before I empty my entire stomach contents.
Oh god, the burn.
I heave again before I hear footsteps coming towards me.
"Bella? Are you okay?" I hear Edward's concerned voice say.
Oh please, no.
"Edward, go back to bed, you don't need to see this." I moan, cradling the porcelain as I heave again, emptying whatever was left in my stomach before the burn once again hits my throat.
"Don't be ridiculous. Let me get you some water" He says before disappearing down the hall. A couple more dry heaves pass before I feel like I can move away, flushing the toilet and falling heavily onto my ass. I lean my back against the vanity, seeing Edward appear once more in the doorway. It's only at that moment that I realise I am also still naked.
Perfect.
Edward hands me a glass of water before crouching down in front of me.
"Are you okay baby?" He asks.
"Yeah. Could you grab my nightshirt for me?" I ask, feeling a bit exposed under the neon bathroom lights.
"Oh yeah, sure" He says, standing and heading back to his room. He returns a moment later with my shirt, popping it over my head and helping me slide my arms into it. I sip the water, feeling the cool liquid soothe my sore throat.
"Are you alright?" He asks once I've had some water. "Do you think you're gonna be sick again?"
"No, I'm okay" I reply. I look up at him and meet his concerned gaze. "Sorry" I whisper.
"Why are you sorry?" He asks.
"Well, it's not exactly a sexy thing to witness, me throwing up in your toilet while butt naked" I say quietly, feeling my cheeks warm. He chuckles a little, kneeling in front of me.
"Baby, I change elderly men's catheters on a day to day basis. Seeing you throw up butt naked is one of the sexier things I have witnessed" He says, his honest eyes boring into mine.
"Yeah, okay, fair point" I giggle.
"Wanna go back to bed?" He asks, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"I don't want to make you sick" I reply. "Maybe I should stay on the couch" I tell him.
"Bella I work in a hospital, I think I have a pretty strong constitution around stomach bugs," He says rolling his eyes. "Anyway, I would rather be sick with you than healthy away from you."
I feel a warmth spread through me at his words before he takes the glass of water for me, helping me get to my feet. We make our way back to his room before crawling under the covers. He pulls me into his side and strokes my hair in a soothing motion.
"You wake me up okay? If you feel sick again?" He says into the dark. I smile a little.
"Yeah okay" I reply, knowing I won't but knowing he won't leave it unless I agree. Eventually, I drift back off to sleep.
When I wake up next, it's still dark. I feel the wave of nausea move through me just like before and quickly get to my feet, running back down the hall and emptying my stomach contents once again into the porcelain bowl. Out of the corner of my eye, I see light appear in Edward's bedroom before his figure appears in the doorway.
"Sorry" I manage to say before heaving my guts into the toilet. I feel him move behind me, pulling my hair out of my face and holding it for me.
"It's okay" He says, somehow still managing to bring himself to kiss the top of my head before I hurl once more. When I eventually think I'm over it, I flush the toilet and move away, plopping down onto my ass and feeling my stomach muscles protest the movement.
"Oh shit" I breathe, resting my hand on my stomach and praying that's the last of it. As I stare at the wall opposite, Edward's face suddenly hovers in front of mine as he crouches down to my level.
"Feel any better?" He asks, his eyes full of concern.
"A little" I tell him, nodding my head. I shiver from the cold of the bathroom.
"Come on" Edward says, noticing the movement, "Let's get you back to bed. See if you can sleep for a couple more hours" He tells me gently. He heaves me to my feet once more before guiding me back to his room and tucking me under the covers. I smile slightly at the gesture, my heart growing in size. I watch as he walks back round to his side of the bed before crawling under the covers, lying on his side to face me.
"Thank you" I whisper.
"Don't be silly" He says, "Now go to sleep. I'm here if you need me" He whispers back. I nod before closing my eyes, snuggling down under the covers and slowly falling back to sleep.
The third time I wake up it's not due to nausea. Instead, it's because I'm so fucking hot. I throw the covers off of myself, trying to get some air onto my body. I roll onto my other side, feeling like my clothes are stuck to me. The movement must wake Edward up.
"Baby?" He says, his voice rough from sleep. "You okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine" I whisper back.
"Do you think you're going to be sick again?" His voice asks in the dark.
"No, I'm just really hot" I tell him.
"Close your eyes, I'm going to turn on the light" He says. I do as he tells me before I hear the switch of the bedside lamp. When my eyes flutter open I see his face come into focus, watching as he rubs his sleep-heavy eyes.
I feel so fucking bad right now. I must be a total pain in the ass.
"Have some water" He says, standing from the bed and grabbing the glass of water from earlier off his dresser. I take a sip watching as he sits on the side of the bed, looking at me.
"Tell me how you feel" He says once I've finished the glass.
"I'm hot" I say, flopping back against the pillows "and my clothes feel like they're sticking to me". I tell him.
"Do you have a headache?" He asks. I shake my head.
"No, but my body feels a bit achy" I explain. He nods before placing one of his hands on my forehead and then the back of my neck.
"I think you have a fever. That's probably what made you throw up earlier too. We need to bring your temperature down and then you'll feel better" He says, going into doctor mode. "I'm going to get you some tablets and more water, we need to keep your fluids up and then I'm going to run you a bath to bring your temperature down" He tells me.
"Edward it's the middle of the night, I'll be fine." I tell him, feeling bad enough already.
"This isn't a discussion baby" He says, walking away towards the kitchen. I roll my eyes at him but can't deny how much I love him right now. He returns a moment later with another glass of water and some pills. I swallow them down before draining the glass and handing it back to him.
"Stay here while I run a bath" He says, once again disappearing out of the room. I hear the taps in the bathroom turn on and some clattering around as he looks in the bathroom cupboard. While I wait for him to come back I pick up my phone, reading the time.
4:20
What a fucking night.
Suddenly, Edward appears back in the doorway.
"Come on" He says, helping me up from the bed and following me into the bathroom. I notice the bath has bubbles in it and I can't help but giggle a little.
"What?" He asks.
"Bubble bath?" I question, pointing to the fragrant water in front of us.
"I'll let you in on a secret" He says, leaning in conspiratorially, "it's actually Jasper's."
"Really?" I ask, completely taken aback by that piece of information.
"Yup, turns out he likes a floral bath product" He says laughing. "I only found out by accident when I knocked a load of stuff out of the cupboard once. I never told him I found it" He says with a shrug. I giggle a little.
"Well his secret is safe with me" I say giving him a grin.
When the bath is full and Edward's checked it's the right temperature he pulls my nightshirt over my head and helps me in. He then sits on the closed toilet seat.
"What are you doing?" I ask, laughing a little.
"What?" He asks.
"Don't you want to go back to bed? I'll be fine Edward" I say to him.
"No, I don't! You're not well baby, I'm not just going to fuck off back to bed and leave you in here." He says, looking slightly offended at the suggestion, "Anyway, this is a perfectly reasonable opportunity to ogle your naked body again" He tells me, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I laugh at his dorkiness, rolling my eyes.
"Well thank you" I tell him, "for looking after me".
"It's my job" Edward chuckles.
"I know, but at a hospital it's different-" I start to say before he interrupts me.
"I don't mean it's my job because I'm a doctor baby. It's my job because I love you" He says, his warm eyes shining into mine. I feel my heart flip flop at his words.
"I love you too" I tell him with a smile. He grins at me. He stays in the bathroom with me while I soak in the water, slowly cooling down and in turn being less sweaty.
Nice.
Eventually, I say that I think I'm done and Edward helps me out of the bath before wrapping me a fluffy towel and taking me back to his room. He sits me down on the bed before digging through his dresser, grabbing a tshirt.
"Here, wear this" He says, popping it over my head, "You'll feel better wearing something clean" He tells me.
"Thanks" I say, pulling my arms through the sleeves before lying back down in bed. I can't help but smell the shirt a little as I lie there, loving the fact that I'm surrounded by Edward's scent.
Edward climbs back into bed too, lying on his side facing me. He once again reaches out a hand and feels my forehead and the back of my neck.
"I think your temperature is coming down a bit now" He says. "You'll probably feel better in the morning". I nod a little. He tucks some of my hair behind my ear before stroking my head a little. The gesture is really sweet.
"Mmm" I hum, closing my eyes at his touch.
"Is that nice?" He asks, a smile in his voice. I nod, smiling a little when I feel him continue to slowly stroke my forehead, the rhythmic movements of his fingers lulling me to sleep.
When I wake for the final time, it's morning. As my eyes flutter open I see that Edward and I are lying in exactly the same position, even his hand is still resting on the side of my head. I smile a little at how cute he is.
I stretch my legs, stiff from holding the same position for hours and notice that my body doesn't ache anymore. I actually feel a million times better than I did, although I do notice a dull pain in my stomach from throwing up last night. As I move, I notice Edward's eyes flutter open before meeting mine.
"Morning" He says sleepily. "You okay?" He asks, his voice rough with sleep.
"Yeah, I feel much better" I tell him.
"Good" He says, bringing his hand away from my head and resting it on the side of my waist. "I was worried about you" He admits.
"Really?" I ask, surprised. He was so calm about the whole thing. He nods a little.
"I don't like seeing you unwell." He tells me.
"Well I was very well looked after" I say making him smile.
"You should leave me a Yelp review" He replies making me laugh.
We continue to lie there, side by side, blinking slowly in the early morning light.
"I'm sorry I kind of ruined the evening" I whisper. "And I'm sorry I threw up your mom's mushroom ravioli" I add. He chuckles quietly.
"You didn't ruin the evening." He says, "And I can make you mushroom ravioli another night, when you feel up to it" He tells me with a smile.
"I hope you don't get sick. I don't want to have given it to you" I say to him.
"I'd rather get sick with you than be well without you" He says with a shrug. I can't help but smile as I feel my chest ache.
"What do you want to do today?" I ask quietly.
"Well, I think after the night we've had, a day on the couch is on the cards" He says, stretching a little, the bedsheets moving down his waist and showing some more skin than before. My eyes follow the hair at the base of his stomach, knowing where it leads. My eyes snap up when I hear a chuckle.
"What?" I ask, seeing Edward's dark gaze fixed on mine.
"You done perving on my Swan?" He asks. I scoff at him.
"I was not perving!" I tell him.
"You were totally perving." He says with a laugh, "You want a peek at the goods?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows at me and thrusting his hips in the air like a complete dork. I can't help but laugh at how ridiculous he looks.
"Always" I tell him honestly.
"Well, I would totally take you up on that but I think we should let you recover fully from your nighttime illness before any other nighttime activities occur" He says, his eyes full of mischief. I nod a little, unable to ignore the small pang of disappointment.
"Come on, I think we should get some food in that belly of yours" Edward says, sitting up and climbing out of bed. I watch as he dresses in sweatpants and a hoodie before helping me slip into my own sweatpants and sweater.
"Comfy?" He asks. I nod before he takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen. I sit at the table while he makes us both some toast, keeping mine fairly dry as apparently, it will help my stomach. I don't argue with him. Once we've eaten, me doing so under Edward's watchful eye, we head into the living room, turning on the TV.
As we lie on the couch watching some shitty show I can't help but smile a little. Edward was so caring last night. I know it's his job and he does it day in and day out but I've never actually seen him in doctor mode before. It was actually kind of hot.
"What are you grinning like the Cheshire cat for?" Edward's voice says, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Nothing" I mutter, feeling a little embarrassed at being caught lusting after him.
"Baby..." He says in a warning voice. I roll my eyes at him before answering.
"I was thinking that seeing you in doctor mode was kind of hot" I tell him honestly, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks.
"Oh yeah?" He asks, his voice laced with humor. I nod a little.
"Well if you're good I might show my stethoscope," he says making me laugh. "Or I could turn you on by saying lots of medical words," He says.
"Oh yeah? What medical words would those be then?" I ask, smiling up at him.
"How about...vasovagal syncope? Orthostatic hypotension? Synchronous diaphragmatic flutter? Or my personal favourite...morsicatio buccarum?" He rattles off. I laugh hard, my cheeks hurting from my smile.
"I have no idea what any of those words mean" I tell him.
"Well vasovagal syncope is fainting, orthostatic hypotension is dizziness when standing up, synchronous diaphragmatic flutter is hiccups and morsicatio buccarum is cheek biting" He tells me. I giggle a little.
"I have to say, I'm impressed" I tell him honestly.
"Really?" He says, his eyes gleaming at me.
"Oh yeah" I reply, wiggling my eyebrows at him and making me laugh. When our laughter dies down we continue to look at each other. "You know, other than the whole throwing up naked and having to bathe you at four in the morning, I've really enjoyed this weekend" He tells me.
"Oh what, you weren't knee-shakingly attracted to me when I was throwing up butt naked in your bathroom? That surprises me?" I tease.
"Baby, there are many things I would love to watch you do butt naked but throwing up wasn't top of the list" He says, his eyes glinting at me.
"Oh yeah? Maybe you could tell me some of the things on that list" I tell him.
"Hmmm" He says, sliding his body further down on the couch and pulling me over his body more. "Maybe I will" He says. I grin at him before he lifts his head, capturing my lips in a soft kiss.
I moan quietly into his mouth, smiling against his lips when I feel him deepen the kiss and fist the fabric of my hoodie in his hands. I lift my body slightly, sliding one leg over his hip so that I'm straddling him, before moving my hands into his hair, keeping his head fused to mine. I feel him groan against my lips before he pulls away from the kiss as I start to rock my hips over him, feeling him hard against my thigh.
"Baby I don't think you're well enough" He says, his eyes dark and heavy.
"What? I'm fine" I tell him, looking down at him from my position above him. "Don't you want to?" I ask, my voice coming out small.
"No, no, no, I do want to, believe me, but I think you need to rest today" He says gently, his hand cupping my face. "Bella, baby, don't look at me like that, I'm trying to be the sensible one here" He says with a groan.
"Tomorrow?" I ask him, unable to hide my disappointment.
Jesus, when did I become such an addict?
"Tomorrow" Edward chuckles with a nod. "In the meantime, give me a cuddle" He says. I smile softly at him before moving back next to him, tucking myself into his chest.
"I love you" I tell him after a minute.
"I love you too" He says.
"Thank you for looking after me" I say.
"Always" He replies, giving me a squeeze.
And right then and there, I truly believe him.