(A/N - Even those this movie is 14 years old, I feel obligated to say that this chapter has a Saw II spoiler in it.)
A few hours later Edward lay in bed, fiddling with his phone in his hand before putting it down on the bed side dresser for the twentieth time. He rolled over onto his side, his hand going to the empty side of the bed.
Since he'd gotten home he'd eaten supper and laid in bed thinking about the events that happened the other day.
So Deidre seemed trustworthy, if she was going to the cops she would have already … He was sure Kristen understood why he was upset, which at this point was mainly because she didn't tell him herself. And for the last hour he had been laying in bed picking up his phone before putting it back down again.
As upset as he was … He felt … Lonely.
He turned over and picked up his phone again, and typing out a text.
"Hey, it's Ed." He backed that all out, she knew who it was. "Hey I was thinking." He backed that all out too and snapped his phone shut. He laid on his bed, his phone in his hands staring up at the ceiling before opening his cell again and typing a simple message.
"I miss you." He didn't leave time to debate it, or delete it, he hit send and closed his phone again.
Deidre and Kristen were most of the way through a large stuffed-crust pizza (which Kristen had predictably paid for), entirely through Kristen's ice cream supply, and halfway through Saw 2, when Kristen's phone buzzed. She glanced down and checked her text messages. Quickly, she texted back: "On my way," and stood up.
"Edward wants me to come over," she said, going to grab her purse and her coat. "Don't do anything illegal while I'm gone, okay?"
"And we're back to the boyfriend jumping." Deidre said leaning back against the front of the couch. "Honestly, every time a boyfriend calls you jump." She said picking up a bag of closed chips on the table and opening it. "Fine, I'll watch the rest of the horror movie marathon on my own. You owe me!" She said as if Kristen already wasn't doing enough for her.
Kristen paused, her hands resting on her hips in a stubborn posture, but she considered what Deidre was saying. "What? You said yourself you didn't care if I went. I miss him too. And we're kind of in a weird place right now, if you haven't noticed …" She looked back at Deidre, a hint of worry creeping into her expression. "You don't really think I'm doing it again, do you?"
"No, go. Have your make up sex. Make me a video. He's a nerd, I'm sure he has a high quality camera somewhere." She said digging through the chip bag. "HE'S IN THE SAFE YOU STUPID IDIOT HE TOLD YOU LIKE THREE TIMES NOW!" She yelled at the tv and threw a chip at the screen.
Kristen rolled her eyes, before heading out the door. She knocked this time when she arrived at Edward's place, even though she had a key. He knew she was coming over, but she'd done more than enough to startle him lately.
"Come in." Edward said tossing his cell onto the side dresser.
Kristen let herself in, finding Edward already in bed. "Hey," she said, still feeling more than a little awkward after everything that had happened. She went over and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Couldn't sleep?"
Edward sat up and leaned against the headboard. "No, I missed you too much."
"Even though you're mad at me?" Kristen asked, before leaning in and gently kissing him.
Edward kissed her and sighed as she sat back up. "I'm not mad just …. A bit upset. And I don't want to be anymore. Can we just … Move past this?" He asked, holding his hand out to her.
"I'd like that," Kristen said, relieved. She took his hand gladly. "Just …" she hesitated, her expression slightly troubled.
"Just what?" He asked looking up at her.
"Something you said earlier," Kristen said, adjusting her glasses nervously. "I know I handled things really badly, but … Do you really think I'm stupid now?" Her voice came out small and uncertain. She knew he'd been upset when he had made that comment, but she needed to know.
"What?" Edward asked confused. "Kristen I would never think you're stupid, I wouldn't be with you if you were." He said taking her hand again. "A stupid decision does not make you stupid."
Kristen's shoulders relaxed visibly as she looked up at him. "It's just that earlier, you kind of implied …" And she had been fairly certain that Edward meant for her to read between the lines. She shook her head. "It doesn't matter. I'm … glad you don't really feel that way." But it had still bothered her.
"I didn't mean to imply anything and if I had I was upset I'm sorry. You're not stupid. In fact-" he said pulling her into his arms on the bed and kissing her, half laying on top of her. "I think you're the most intelligent, beautiful, wonderful woman in the world."
Kristen kissed him back passionately, wrapping her arms around him, before looking up at him and smiling. "Flatterer," she said, running a hand through his hair.
"Can you blame me?" He asked with a smile laying down next to her but holding her in his arms. "Did you bring your own pajamas, or do you just enjoy sleeping in mine?"
"I came over in a bit of a hurry," she admitted, smiling slightly. "I don't suppose you'd be kind enough to lend me yours again?"
"You just like getting in my pants, don't you?" He asked with a smirk and pointing over to the dresser where she could pick out whatever she wanted.
"You've found me out," Kristen sighed, before getting up and going over to the dresser, opening a drawer and pulling out a pair of green pajama pants. "But you've never seemed averse to that before," she added, as she started to get changed.
"You know … You could always sleep nude." He said with a bit of a smirk.
"Oh, I don't know," she said innocently. "It gets a little chilly at night for that, don't you think?"
"Well, I didn't think you thought I was entirely useless." He said with a fake pout, his arms crossed over his chest.
"No one said you were useless," Kristen laughed quietly. "So you're volunteering yourself as a space heater?"
"Oh is that all I am to you?" He asked, turning over in bed facing away from her. "I see how it is!" He said with an over dramatic pouting voice. "Careful, I might develop a complex." He said sulkily.
"Now Edward," Kristen said, climbing into bed with him, still in her underwear. She kissed the back of his neck. "You know perfectly well that's not true."
"Really?" He asked, sounding skeptical. "And what exactly am I good for then?"
"Too many things to name," Kristen said, kissing down his neck. She nipped playfully at his ear. "It might be easier if you just showed me."
"Kristen, you already had pizza. You couldn't possibly be hungry." He said turning over onto his back and looking up at her.
"That's not what I meant," Kristen said, smirking slightly. "I had a different talent in mind. You wouldn't even have to get out of bed."
"I wasn't aware sleeping was a talent." He said feigning innocence.
"While you are uncommonly adorable while sleeping," Kristen said, climbing on top of him. "Still not quite what I meant." She leaned down and kissed him.
Edward kissed her back, his hands behind his head. "Oh? And what did you mean then?"
Kristen sighed. "Do I have to do it all myself?" she asked, amused, before continuing to kiss down his neck to his collarbone. "You really are tired tonight, aren't you?" she said sympathetically.
"It was a long shift." He said with a soft smile. "Though … I'm sure you could coerce me."
"I think I can do that," she smirked, before she leaned in and kissed him again, slipping a hand into the front of his pants, stroking lightly at his still soft cock.
Edward pulled her down into a kiss as her hand slid into the front of his pajamas, stroking his flaccid cock gently.
She slipped her tongue into his mouth as she continued to stroke lightly at his cock, her free hand running through his hair. Edward tiredly brought his hands up to her sides, his fingers moving down to the hem of his shirt that she wore.
Kristen moaned quietly into the kiss as she felt his hands on her. She kept stroking gently at Edward's cock, though it was still soft and unresponsive in her hand.
Edward broke the kiss and moved to her neck, stifling a yawn as his hands moved under the shirt. He focused on what she was doing with her hand, trying to allow his cock to harden in her hand.
After continuing to stroke him with her hand for awhile longer, Kristen decided to take things a step further. She moved down over him, pulling Edward's pajama pants down over his hips, and gently took Edward's flaccid cock into her mouth, her tongue lightly caressing the tip.
Edward watched her as she took his cock into her mouth. The heat around his soft cock felt amazing, but he was surprised to find it remaining soft despite how good it felt.
Confused that she still didn't feel him getting any harder, Kristen continued to patiently work her mouth over Edward's cock. It had never taken this long before … Was he still more angry with her than he wanted to admit? Or was he just that tired? She looked up and realized that Edward's head had fallen back on the pillow, and he was breathing softly. Was he ... Pulling off of him softly, Kristen whispered: "Edward?" He had fallen fast asleep.
Well. That certainly explained it. He was clearly even more exhausted than he'd been letting on. A little disappointed, she gently pulled Edward's pants back up. It didn't matter. There would be other nights. She was content knowing that he had forgiven her, and still wanted her there. She took her glasses off, and Edward's as well, setting them aside, before cuddling up next to him, and pulling the blankets over them. "Goodnight Edward," she whispered.