The Time We Redecorated

I've been living with Edward for just over six months and I can honestly say I've never been happier. I have to admit, I was a little nervous about the adjustment. I knew Edward wanted to live with me, after all, he suggested it, but I was a little apprehensive that being together all the time wouldn't be what he had imagined. I'm glad to say that my fears were unfounded.

"Baby? What do you want for dinner?" I hear from the kitchen.

I smile a little. This happens every day. Edward stands in front of the fridge and lists the entire contents before we decide to eat what we normally eat, every other day.

"I don't mind" I call back.

"We have chicken, spinach, cheese, ham..." He lists off.

"How about that chicken pasta you make?" I ask.

"Yeah?" He calls back.

I can hear the smile in his voice from here.

"Yeah" I grin.

I can hear him pottering around in the kitchen, switching on some music and humming along before I stand from the couch. I lean against the door frame watching him. He's swaying his hips in time to the beat while he chops up onions and celery. He must feel my eyes on him because he suddenly looks over his shoulder at me.

"What you grinning at?" He asks with a smile.

"You" I reply, walking over and wrapping my arms around his waist.

"What about me?" He chuckles.

"You're just cute" I reply.

He chuckles, rolling his eyes before I pull away.

"Want a beer?" I ask.

"Sure" He nods.

I grab two from the fridge, popping the caps and handing him one. He smiles his thanks before I take a sip, leaning against the counter. As I watch him continue to cook I can't help but chuckle at how I'm still not used to living with him. It just seems too fucking bizarre.

"What?" He asks, turning to look at me.

"I just can't get over that we live together" I reply.

"Baby, it's been six months!" He laughs.

"I know, but still. I thought you'd live in a bachelor pad forever" I admit.

"Well, turns out all I needed was a good woman" He teases.

"Do you like living with me?" I ask a couple of seconds later.

Edward turns to look at me, his eyes surprised.

"No I hate it" He replies, rolling his eyes. "I just didn't know how to tell you".

I chuckle at him, rolling my eyes and turning away before his arms wrap around my waist, holding me tightly to him.

"I love living with you" He says seriously. "Wanna know why?"

I look up at him, waiting for him to speak.

"I love that I have perfume on my dresser. I love that my clothes now smell like fabric softener, not just washing powder. I love that I have your stuff in the pantry. I love that your shampoo is in the shower. I love that I now have matching sheets. I love that I have a potted plant that I always forget to water. I even love that I have a shared fucking Netflix account." He laughs and I can't help but laugh with him.

"And I particularly love that I have scatter cushions now" He teases.

I roll my eyes at him, shoving him in the chest. That's the only thing we'd marginally disagreed over in the last six months. I'd bought two new cushions for the couch and Edward couldn't understand for the life of him why we needed more. I'd told him that you can never have enough cushions and he's never let me forget it.

He laughs at me before turning back to our food. I look around the apartment, taking in the space. I love it here and I think we've managed to mesh our stuff together quite well. It feel homely and like us. The only thing I hate is the magnolia walls.

When I lived with Alice, we had a selection of colours we could choose from, provided by the landlord. Our living room was cream, my bedroom was blue and Alice's was a pale pink.

"What you thinking about so hard?" Edward asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Paint" I reply.

"Paint?" He chuckles.

"Yeah. I was wondering if we were allowed to paint in here." I shrug.

"You don't like it?" He asks.

"Do you?" I giggle.

"I mean...it's probably not my choice" He admits. "We could ask the landlord."

"You wouldn't mind?" I ask.

"Not at all" He chuckles.

"Maybe I will" I grin.

I do contact the landlord to find out whether we are allowed to paint the apartments and he sends back a selection of five colours we can choose from. I'm excited to make some changes to the space and when Edward gets home from work that night, I pull him into the living room showing him my laptop.

"What's this?" Edward asks, looking at the colours in front of him.

"It's paint" I tell him. "I emailed the landlord and these are the ones we can pick from."

I sit cross-legged next to him on the couch and catch him smirking at me.

"What?" I smile.

"Only you would get excited about fucking paint" He rolls his eyes.

"This is a big thing baby. It's the first joint decision we've made about this place" I say, nudging his arm with mine.

He pulls me to lie back against him, my back to his front. I pull the laptop onto my lap so that we can both see.

"Which ones do you like then?" He asks in my ear.

"I quite like the blue" I say.

"For which room?" He asks.

"Maybe in here? And maybe the cream for our bedroom?" I suggest.

"I love that it's our bedroom" He chuckles, kissing down my neck.

"Oh yeah?" I tease.

"Oh yeah" He chuckles.

I snuggle back into his chest and we talk about the colours for a little while until I feel him hard and pressed against my ass. He starts to thrust his hips a little and I get the idea.

"You trying to tell me something, baby?" I giggle.

"I'd rather show you something" He teases.

My laughter turns to a squeal as he picks me up, his hands going under my ass. Our mouths meet and I can feel him smiling into the kiss. He walks the short distance to the bedroom before dropping me down on the mattress.

I've noticed over the past six months that Edward has stopped closing the bedroom door when we have sex and I kind of love it. It's like every time we do it I'm reminded that we're not going to be interrupted or walked in on. That we can be as loud and as passionate as we want and no one is around to complain.

"Take off your clothes" He breathes, his hands already going to the button on his pants.

I strip out of my clothes, watching as he yanks his t-shirt over his head and shoves his jeans down, followed by his boxers. Once he's naked he crawls over me, grabbing a condom from the nightstand and fixing it to himself.

He grins at me before dragging my legs around his hips and thrusting into me.

"Mmm" I moan, my eyes fluttering closed at the feel of him.

"Look at me" He breathes.

I open my eyes and see his eyes burning into mine. He starts a quick rhythm and soon the room is filled with our moans and groans. I begin to feel a tingle of an orgasm at the base of my spine and tighten my legs around his hips.

"Oh fuck" He grunts, burying his head in my neck and sucking on the skin there.

I gasp at the feeling, my back arching as he starts to rub against that magic spot inside of me.

"Urgh...right there...fuck...so good" I ramble.

I can't catch my breath, my head is spinning and I can feel my legs beginning to twitch under the strain. Edward groans, speeding up his thrusts even more, his mouth finding mine.

"Cum for me" He grunts, nipping my bottom lip.

The slight pain throws me over the edge and I shake beneath him, my eyes slamming shut. I can vaguely hear Edward moaning above me, shuddering as he falls over that edge with me.

I pant beneath him, feeling my legs twitch and my body shudder every now and again as the last of my orgasm moves through me. Eventually, Edward lifts his head from my shoulder and gives me a gentle kiss.

"Who knew paint got you so riled up?" I tease breathlessly.

"Fuck off" He chuckles before rolling off of me and disposing of the condom in the bin by the end.

I giggle at him, rolling onto my side to look at him. His eyes meet mine and for a second, I realise how much I love him.

"What you thinking?" He asks, a small frown on his face.

"Just about paint" I tease.

He groans, rolling his eyes before he throws a pillow at me, making me laugh.

A couple of weeks later, we purchased our paint and supplies and I decided to spend a few of the late nights on my own starting the work. While Edward's working late, I manage to shove all the furniture into the centre of the living room and cover the floor in plastic before making a start on the walls.

It's late on my third night working on the painting when I hear the front door unlock.

"Honey I'm home!" Edward chuckles as he walks in.

"Hi" I giggle. "How was your day?" I ask.

"Long. Wow, it looks good in here" He says, dropping his stuff on the kitchen table and walking into the living room.

"You like it?" I ask.

"Yeah" He nods. "Let me get changed and I'll help you".

"Are you sure?" I call after him.

"Yeah" He shouts back.

I shake my head laughing quietly before I hear him come back in a couple of minutes later wearing sweats and a t-shirt.

"Wanna order takeout?" He asks.

"Yeah. I'd love a Chinese" I admit.

He grins before grabbing his phone and ringing through our usual order.

"Twenty minutes" He says, grabbing a paintbrush from the side. "So how was your day?" He asks, kissing the side of my neck and making me sigh.

"It was okay." I smile, leaning back against his chest.

He hums, kissing down to the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder.

"Edward" I giggle before moving away, hearing him chuckle.

I watch as he dips his brush in the paint and starts on the other side of the wall I'm working on. I can't help but smile a little as I watch him.

"What?" He asks, glancing over at me.

"It's weird seeing you decorate" I chuckle.

"I've decorated before" He replies.

"Really?" I ask surprised.

"Yes. I painted my bedroom when I was fourteen" He says, sniffing a little in defiance.

"What colour did you paint it?" I giggle.

"Grey" He replies.

"Grey?!" I ask.

"Yes. Mom said I could have any colour I wanted providing I painted the room myself." He says.

"Wow, I bet she was thrilled with that." I laugh.

He laughs with me and shrugs.

We paint for a while, both of us occasionally humming to the music coming through the speakers before the buzzer sounds and I jump a little.

"Food!" Edward cries, dropping his brush and almost running to answer it. He returns a couple of minutes later with a bag in his hand.

"Where do you want to eat it?" He asks.

"Kitchen?" I suggest.

He nods before grabbing silverware and two beers. I wash my hands, trying to remove some of the paint from them before sitting in one of the chairs opposite him. He hands me my food and I practically inhale it.

"Hungry?" He chuckles.

"Just a bit" I laugh.

We eat in comfortable silence for a while before Edward speaks again.

"I'm glad you suggested decorating" He says quietly.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah. I was always a bit worried that you felt this was my apartment rather than ours. I'm glad you're making changes" He says with a smile.

"Thanks" I grin at him.

We finish our food before Edward throws away our trash and I head back into the living room to carry on. We continue to paint for a while in comfortable silence, sipping our beers, the sound of the radio playing in the background before Britney's Toxic comes on. I listen to Edward humming along before a laugh leaves my mouth.

"You a Britney fan, baby?" I tease.

"That's Britney bitch to you" He replies and I laugh harder.

He chuckles with me before pulling me back into his chest. He sways us from side to side, dancing to the song, his lips finding that sensitive skin behind my ear. I hum, leaning back into him as he begins to hum the melody in his deep voice, right in my ear.

I feel him hard against my ass and can't help but grind into him, revelling in how he groans in my ear.

"Fuck baby, don't tease me" He whispers as he grinds his hips into mine, his arm wrapping around my waist.

"I'm not" I breathe, my head resting on his shoulder.

A deep rumble leaves his chest before his hand slides down to the top of my sweatpants, his fingers dipping under the fabric and brushing the skin of my abdomen.

"Put your brush down" He whispers.

I do what he says, blindly placing my brush in the pot next to me before his hand slides lower, brushing against where I'm wet for him. I let out a shaky breath as he rubs one finger over that small bundle of nerves between my legs. I moan as he increases the pressure and grinds his hips into my ass.

"More" I breathe and suddenly his hand is gone.

"Bedroom?" He whispers.

"I'm kinda dirty." I point out, looking down at my paint-covered hands and arms. I'm pretty sure it's in my hair too.

"Wait here" He says before suddenly running from the room.

A few seconds later he's back carrying a foil packet in his hand and wearing a smirk on his face.

"Seriously? In here?" I giggle. "There's not even a couch" I point out.

"So? I can make love to you anywhere" He says with a grin before his mouth slams to mine.

I moan against his lips, my hands going to his shoulders. He pushes my t-shirt up my body before yanking it over my head. He pops the clasp of my bra, wrenching it away from my body before his mouth drops to my breast, sucking a nipple.

"Oh!" I gasp, my head tilting back.

He suddenly drops to his knees, his hands slipping under the fabric of my sweats, pulling them down my legs. I step out of them before he does the same with my panties, leaving me completely naked in front of him.

He looks at me before a groan leaves his mouth and he leans forward, taking one long lick up my centre.

"Oh shit" I gasp, my legs wobbling slightly and my hands steadying myself on his shoulders.

He chuckles before pulling me down onto my knees in front of him. He grabs two cushions from the couch and throws them on the floor before pushing me to lie back, his mouth finding mine.

"Knew there was a fucking use for those things" He teases.

I chuckle before his mouth finds mine again and I moan into the kiss, pulling his t-shirt up and over his head. I slide my hands down to his sweats, shoving them down around his legs. He kicks them off, followed by his boxers before fixing the condom to himself.

"How'd you want me?" He asks breathily.

"Hard" I whimper.

He groans before thrusting into me hard and making me cry out for him. My hands grip his back and shoulders as he fucks me in quick, sharp thrusts. I'm a mess of moans and groans, my legs hooking over his thighs as his mouth latches onto my neck.

Suddenly, Edward leans back and moves one of my legs, trapping it between his chest and arm at the perfect angle.

"Oh, shit" I whimper, my eyes closing as he starts to rub against that magic spot inside.

"Oh fuck...so wet" He groans and I moan in reply.

He continues to fuck me hard, making my back arch and my breaths come out in short, sharp pants until he moves my other leg against his chest as well.

"Oh fuck...yes!" I cry out, feeling right on the fucking edge.

"Touch yourself" He groans.

Our eyes lock in a pained expression as I start to quickly circle my clit, feeling my orgasm approaching rapidly.

"Oh fuck...gonna cum" He grunts.

I feel my orgasm hit me hard as I cry out, my back arching, my hand continuing to rub quick circles as my free hand grips his arm tightly. Edward lets out a tight groan as I tighten around him before shuddering and panting above me, following me over that blissful edge.

He collapses down onto my body and my legs fall limp on either side of him. We both pant heavily before I hear Edward chuckle.

"What?" I breathe and swallow hard.

"I fucking love redecorating," He says.

I can't help but laugh.

"Me too" I giggle.

Me fucking too.