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Unfortunate Contentment

Chapter 3

Edward

Eventually the bell did ring and school finished for the day.

I met up with Jazz at our lockers as we gathered the things we needed to take home.

"Fuck I hate Mr Burrow. He gave us two essay questions due tomorrow. How does he think we can do that when we have other homework to do?" Jasper grumbled reasonably.

"Wow, that does suck," I nodded sympathetically, "But don't worry, I'll help ya."

Roughly translated; I'll be in another room in your house probably flirting with your dad, but I'll be with you in spirit!

"Cheers bro."

We made our way to his old Ute. He'd received it for his sixteenth birthday from his dad. I'd suggested it.

At Jasper's a few hours later, I was downstairs watching TV while Jazz was working on his second essay question.

I helped him with the first one, I thought.

Suddenly a couple of warm arms wrapped around my neck from behind. I leant into his chest immediately.

"Where's Jasper?" he whispered against my ear.

I turned slightly, wanting my lips closer to his. "Upstairs, finishing homework," I replied softly, my lips finally meeting their destination.

His lips curled upwards against mine. I loved kissing him when he smiled.

It felt…nice.

"Hi," he breathed.

I couldn't hold off any longer, I crashed my lips to his.

We didn't have much time.

We never did.

Lips met and our tongues searched for each other.

Licking, nipping and sucking his lips; I couldn't get enough.

By now I'd turned around, facing him and the back of the sofa. My hands on his back pulled him closer.

He chuckled in my mouth as he nearly fell over the back of the couch. I smiled into the kiss as he cradled my face in his soft, warm palms. His fingers moving in my hair.

God, this was heaven.

Right here, on earth.

I didn't want to leave this position.

Sensing the time slipping away I quickly let go. His eyebrows met in confusion and hurt, until he realised I only did it to bring us closer. I jumped over the back of the couch, grabbed his hand and pulled him into the kitchen.

Suddenly he turned me around before I felt his strong arms lift me by the waist, placing me swiftly on a nearby bench. Nudging my knees apart, he pulled my closer with his hands on my lower back.

Kissing again, I felt his fingers slip below my jeans, squeezing the top of my arse cheeks.

"Mmm…" I moaned.

"Shit Edward, you don't know what you're doing to me." He groaned.

I quickly shifted him, allowing one of his legs to slip closer. "Really?" I asked with a chuckle.

He groaned again, and with a slight thrust I concluded that we were on the same page.

"Carlisle…" I whimpered, "I need you."

He gasped quietly against my cheek, licking and sucking my skin there. "You know our deal baby…"

"I know…but I really don't want to wait…"

"I know. But we have to." He sighed, his lips moving to my ear and sucking on my lobe. "I will not make love to you until you're eighteen. Then, and only then, will we be together…finally."

I sighed once more, kissing his neck.

"You know how much I want to be inside of you," he breathed, "Only two more months."

My breath hitched.

"I'm looking forward to it," I said.

With his hands he pulled my face back so that he could look at me, blue meeting green.

Our eyes only shut when we heard a door close and Jazz's footsteps coming down the stairs.

He crashed his lips to mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth for a moment before pulling away.

"I love you baby," he whispered.

"Love you too."

With one more peck, we separated and made our own ways to the living room.

After that, as I sat on the opposite couch to him, I wished things could be different.

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