Edward sighed in frustration as he came in the apartment door. It had been three days since Brittany came to get a screaming Rubix, and his job had been getting increasingly more stressful.
He tossed his bag onto the floor and pulled his tie off and flung it onto the bed before his shirt joined shortly after leaving him in his under shirt. He had no patience for clothing right now …
He could hear Kristen downstairs flicking through channels, and he remembered briefly he hadn't texted her back this morning with his Netflix password.
He went downstairs and saw her laying on the couch hugging a pillow and flicking through channels.
"Hey." He said, observing just how sexy she was in his pajamas. He was already imagining pulling them off of her and could feel himself swelling at the image of her naked beneath him.
"Hi, Ed," she said, smiling up at him tiredly. Work today had been rough, and she'd felt downright miserable all day. She sat up, wincing slightly. Her cramps this month were nothing short of merciless. And now Edward was down here in his undershirt … The timing was completely unfair. "How was your day?"
Ed didn't notice the wince as he moved closer to the couch. "Miserable." He said kneeling down on the couch next to her and pushing her back onto the couch, his mouth meeting hers. "But I'm sure you can change that." He said before kissing her again, his cock now straining against his pants as he pressed it against her.
Kristen stiffened as she felt Edward's hardened cock press against her through the fabric of his pants. Damn it, it wasn't fair. She felt so embarrassed, and guilty that she was about to have to disappoint him… But it couldn't be helped. The direction this was headed was clear, and she was going to have to say something soon. "Edward …" she said, breaking the kiss reluctantly and put a hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly. "It's … um …" she glanced away, wishing she didn't feel so embarrassed about it. It was normal. Surely, on an intellectual level, Edward had to know this happened on a monthly basis. "I'm on my period," she said quietly.
"So?" Edward asked, leaning in and kissing her again, using his hand to move hers out of the way. He wanted her, and a little blood never bothered him. It was natural after all, and from what he'd heard, would feel amazing for her.
Kristen's eyes widened. That … was really not the response she'd expected. She supposed objectively there was no reason he should be repulsed by it, but … In her experience, men were always disgusted by the mere concept. Her exes tended to either make an excuse to leave or deem it acceptable to demand oral. This … she really didn't know how to respond to. But tonight, she just was tired and she hurt everywhere and she just wasn't up to trying this. "Edward," she said more firmly, pushing him back again. "I'm sorry, but I don't feel well, and I just really don't think I can do this tonight." It occurred to her that, the whole time they'd been dating, she'd never told him 'no' like this before. She looked up at him, hoping he wouldn't be angry. Experience insisted that he would be, but … No. This was Edward. He was different.
Edward sighed as he sat back and ran his hand over his mouth, feeling slightly frustrated. "Okay." He said calmly before getting off the couch and going back upstairs.
"I'm sorry," Kristen repeated miserably as Edward abruptly walked away from her. If he was angry, he wasn't taking it out on her, and it hadn't shown in his expression … But he didn't seem to want to be around her if she wasn't in the mood either … She clutched the pillow to her abdomen again, feeling distinctly abandoned. Maybe it was too much to expect a man to understand. She felt like an idiot for coming here.
As Edward neared the top of the stairs, an apparition of his other self loomed just outside the open trap door in a dark tailored suit, his arms crossed in disapproval. "Why do you always walk away from what you really want?" the Other Ed asked, an impatient edge in his voice. "She's already yours. Go back down there and take what you want. We both know you're not scared of a little blood."
Edward ignored it as he headed towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He sat down on the closed lid of the toilet and opened his pants, grasping his hard cock in his hand and started to stroke it.
"Really?" Other Ed demanded, disgusted, leaning against the sink and shaking his head. "We're back to this? How can you be so pathetic? You're missing the entire point of having a girlfriend. You've had a hard day, dealing with those morons on the phone, and now you're jacking off in the bathroom while she's lounging around on your couch! She wouldn't be here if she didn't want you. Just go downstairs and fuck her!"
"Leave me alone." Edward groaned as he sped up his hand trying to block the image and the voice from his head. He knew it wasn't him thinking these things, he would never do that to her. He focused on the thought of the other night … When she'd been in his bed, his cock moving inside of her.
"You're thinking about her now," the Other Ed pointed out, refusing to leave. "Don't pretend you're not. You know you want to go down to her, that it would feel so much better …"
"Shut up." Edward whispered as he stood up, pulling up the toilet lid, and braced his hand on the wall, aiming his cock down at the toilet bowl as he tugged on himself. He kept his eyes closed, and tried to change what he was thinking about, anything to get the damn hallucination to shut up. He tried picturing Deidre but he honestly couldn't remember enough of the night to even remember what she looked like naked, let alone anything else they did so his mind wandered back to Kristen. Picturing her kneeling in front of him, his cock aimed at her naked breasts.
"She likes it when you're forceful, remember?" the Other Ed said, aggression creeping into his voice, which suddenly sounded like it was coming from just over Edward's shoulder. "And she didn't come here to watch TV alone! She's probably wondering where you are right now, why you walked away from her, if you even want her anymore … Go show her. She'll be all over you."
Edward ignored it, tried tuning out the voice as he felt his orgasm starting to build, but he knew it was more forced than from actually wanting to. He wished that damn voice would at least shut up so he could enjoy this.
"What's the matter?" The Other Ed demanded, his voice mocking, irritable. "Are you frustrated? Then be a man and go do something about it!"
Ed kept silent as he felt right on the edge of coming. He ignored the voice as he imagined Kristen licking the tip of his cock, his hand moving faster over his shaft before he groaned, coming into the toilet. When he opened his eyes he looked around and saw he was once again alone. He sighed as he did his pants up again and flushed the toilet, washing his hands he headed into the kitchen.
He made two mugs of hot chocolate, and headed back downstairs. "Hey." He said pausing as he saw her eyes were red and watering. "What- …. Are you okay?" He asked confused as he approached her with a mug of hot chocolate, placing them both on the table, one in front of her.
Kristen quickly dried her eyes, and looked up at him. "It's … it's nothing," she said dismissively, embarrassed that he'd caught her reacting this way. An overreaction, it turned out, since he was back. He wasn't avoiding her just because ... She saw the mugs of hot chocolate, and realized why he'd left. "Thank you," she said, picking up the mug he'd set down in front of her. "You didn't have to …. This was really thoughtful of you."
"Kristen … Don't lie to me." He said softly, his fingers playing with her hair. "Why were you crying?" He asked, feeling a bit guilty that he'd been upstairs jerking off in his bathroom while his girlfriend was downstairs crying.
"It's silly, really," Kristen said, feeling like she'd jumped to conclusions. She sighed, before looking back over at him. "It's just … When I said no, and you walked away, I didn't know you just went to get this," she said, glancing down at the hot chocolate … which still struck her as an incredibly sweet and touching gesture. "So I thought … that maybe you … didn't want to be around me when I wasn't putting out," she said quietly. She shook her head. "I should have known better than that. I'm sorry."
Edward was quiet for a moment before he spoke. "I have to admit, when you pushed me away I was a little frustrated, but if you don't want to, for whatever reason I'm not going to make you, or try to pressure you into it. To be frank I didn't want to sit here with a raging hard on, it would have made you feel weird, so I took care of it, and then made hot chocolate." He said before he added. "I washed my hands don't worry." He said with a laugh.
Kristen burst out laughing at that. "Thank you for understanding," she said seriously, hugging him. "That means a lot to me." She took a sip of the hot chocolate, which was in a fancy glass mug and topped with whipped cream and chocolate flakes, and her eyes lit up. "You made this from scratch, didn't you." The taste was far too rich to have come from any pre-packaged powder.
"If you want to call that scratch sure. I used cocoa powder …. Next time I get actual chocolate I'll make you some real hot chocolate." He said licking some whipped cream off the top of his own mug. "Do you want to just watch Netflix and cuddle tonight?" He asked. "Or I can leave you alone if you want …." He said not sure what she'd prefer. Brittany had always hated being touched or even remotely in his vicinity during her time of the month and he hadn't been around Kristen during hers before, so he didn't really know what she wanted.
"I would really like that," Kristen said, curling up close next to him, trying not to tear up again out of sheer gratitude. He still wanted to spend time with her, even knowing nothing was going to happen … She wondered if he had any idea what that meant to her.
Ed laid down on the couch behind her, thankful he had a rather deep couch, they both fit on it comfortably. He picked up the controller and entered the password for his Netflix account. "I'm sorry I didn't text you back this morning. It was hell at work today." He said giving her the controller so that she could pick the movie.
"Don't worry about it," Kristen said, scrolling through the available movies. "An excess of moronic customers, I take it?" she asked.
"My boss is also being an ass hole. He's having every single one of my calls monitored and they're nitpicking every single thing because I'm 15% over the next top selling rep." He said annoyed. "He's punishing me for being a good salesman … You'd think he'd like making money. But nope …. Three things they called me in today, I know it's something everyone does but he's singling me out and killing my sales to try to cut my commission."
Kristen frowned. "It sounds to me like he's making excuses not to have to pay your commission," she said, picking a movie and settling back against him.
"Keep wiggling you're going to get me going again." Ed said shaking his head and kissing the back of her head, his hand moving down and rubbing her stomach gently.
"Sorry," Kristen said, relaxing as Edward rubbed her stomach. "Why are you so wonderful?" she asked.
"Considering how much I'm actually thinking about doing naughty things to you right now …. I'd hardly consider myself wonderful. But I'm glad you think so." He said with a slightly laugh.
"If I felt better, I'd take you up on that," she said, just laying against him, feeling significantly better just having him near her. "I love you," she murmured, realizing she was really tired for some reason.
"I love you to." He said kissing her head again, his hand still moving over her stomach.