A/N: Ok, this is a short chapter, but I like how it ends (hehe), and I promise to have another chapter up within the week, so hopefully you'll all forgive it's brevity. Things are "heating up" so to speak, and we'll see how things play out, because it's not going to be all sunshine and roses for this Edward and Bella...mwahaha.
Thanks again to zgirl21 for being my beta, and to all those who are leaving me such positive reviews! It really does make the chapters come out that much faster, so keep them coming!!
As always, I own nothing of Twilight. I do own a beautiful blue SIGG water bottle, a membership at the gym, and a fabulous playlist on my mp3 player. But my butt hurts...I think I pulled a muscle in my butt...sorry, I know, TMI! Haha!
BPOV
The week went by in a blur of textbooks, notepads, and exams, highlighted with brief moments of exhilaration whenever I could squeeze time in with Edward. He surprised me one night at the library, showing up in uniform with a Starbucks Skinny Cinnamon Dolce Latte, courtesy of Alice, who not only told him my favorite drink, but where to find me at the library, hidden behind the stacks at a desk on the third floor by the back wall of windows, my textbooks and notes scattered all over the surface.
He leaned over and kissed the top of my head before motioning to the mess of papers in front of me. "How's the studying going?"
I groaned in reply, leaning back in my chair and rolling my head from side to side, trying to ease the tension in my neck. He caught on to my gesture, placing his hands on my shoulders, massaging them. I closed my eyes, reveling in the warmth of his hands, relaxing into his touch.
"Mmmm, that feels good. Can you just stay here for the rest of the night?" I mumbled, my head flopping forward as I felt my tense muscles give in to the pressure of his expert fingers.
He chuckled before I felt his breath on my neck, his lips lightly brushing the skin, kissing me in rhythm with his hands, tracing a path to my ear with his lips.
"Well, the guys were kind enough to humor me by driving to Starbucks because I offered to buy, but somehow I doubt their generosity would stretch to sleeping in the truck, parked in the campus lot all night," he replied softly, nibbling on my earlobe playfully. Instantly I could see a vision of Emmett, huffing and drumming his fingers impatiently on the dashboard of the firetruck.
Sighing, I turned to Edward with a weak smile. "Yeah, I suppose not."
Our eyes met briefly, and I noticed him glance around to see that no one was nearby before he pulled me up from my chair, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. I scrunched my nose up and smirked.
"Edward, you smell like smoke. Did you actually get to see flames tonight?" I giggled, a slight note of sarcasm in my voice, having already received a text from Emmett. Apparently Edward had had the unfortunate luck of having to go dumpster diving to ensure the garbage fire was well and truly out, much to the enjoyment of his co-workers who just stood by laughing.
Edward rolled his eyes, his shoulders drooping. "Bad enough that the guys are never going to let me live it down, but you too?"
"Aw, and here I thought you'd be happy you finally got a real fire!" I countered, trying hard to suppress my laughter.
"Bella, a dumpster doesn't count," he replied, his voice utterly deadpan.
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The following night, I didn't leave the library until just before eleven o'clock but was pleased with my studies, eagerly anticipating getting through my final exam the next day. I'd have to work with whatever information was retained in my head at this point, because last minute cramming wouldn't improve my chances.
Flipping open my phone, I quickly sent a text to Edward.
Finished studying. Nothing else will fit in my head. Are you still up? Could I stop by the firehall?
I had reached my truck and thrown my book bag on the seat when my phone vibrated, indicating a new text message, and I quickly opened it.
Only one up, but sure. Meet you at back door.
Excited to see him again, if only for another few minutes, I hopped into the truck and drove to the firehall. True to his word, Edward was waiting with a huge grin on his face when I pulled into the back parking lot.
"Hey," he greeted me, holding the door open for me and motioning for me to come in. I followed him into the apparatus bay, watching him carefully as he leaned on the back bumper of one of the spare trucks. Most of the overhead lights had been turned off for the night, and it was eerily quiet.
"Are you really the only one up? Were you guys busy tonight?" I asked.
"Well, Emmett is sawing logs in the lazyboy chair upstairs in the lounge, and my eyelids were seriously drooping when I got your text," he replied, dragging his fingers through his hair. "We weren't really busy, just a lot of nothing calls tonight. Most of the guys hit the sack around ten."
"Oh, well I should let you go get some sleep. I just wanted to stop in and say hi." I made a motion to turn back towards the door, but Edward grabbed my arm gently.
"Do you honestly think I'd let you just drop in and then leave?" he said softly, a mischievous look in his eye. "Come here." He pulled me closer and I settled myself between his legs, leaning my hands on his chest, feeling the toned muscles beneath his uniform shirt. He traced lazy patterns on my hips, and I could feel the heat of his fingers through my jeans. My gaze flitted between his eyes and his lips, and I felt the corners of my mouth raise into a sly grin.
"Hey," I whispered, as I closed the distance between us, my lips meeting his softly.
"Hey," he whispered through the kiss, and I felt his breath fan across my face before he caught my lips again, more fervently this time. Our mouths parted in unison, tongues battling for dominance. His hands circled my waist beneath my coat, his fingers dancing across the sliver of skin that was exposed when the hem of my shirt raised as I reached my arms around his neck. I pressed myself into his body, moaning at the sensation of his hands running up the back of my shirt.
He pulled back to catch a breath, both of us panting, and slid himself back further until he was sitting fully on the bumper, pulling me onto his lap so I was straddling him. The new position was not lost on either of us and we both groaned at the contact before our lips came crashing together, the passion increasing. My fingers tangled in his hair, holding his head close to mine, and I ground my hips into him, not missing what this did to him in his already aroused state.
"Bella," he murmured, his hands gripping my hips in a half-hearted attempt to still my movements.
"Hmm?" I mumbled in return, but he merely kissed his way up my jaw to my neck, finding the hollow at the base of my ear and suckling none-to-gently. I arched my back and pressed myself into him further, his hands following the curve of my spine up and then back down to cradle my butt, giving me a squeeze that made me squeak. He grinned that sexy, crooked grin, capturing my mouth again, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth. Although I had never really fantasized about having sex on the back of a firetruck, suddenly the realization that I was at this moment straddling my own very hot fireman, on the back of a very real firetruck, sparked a little fire of it's own between my legs that spread rapidly through my whole body, and I moaned into Edward's kiss.
Suddenly the lights came on and the alarm tones sounded before a voice came over the speakers announcing a medical call, and the corresponding address. Edward dropped his head to my shoulder and groaned as I scooted off him onto the floor. He stood up quickly trying to adjust himself as I straightened my shirt and drew my arms around myself, taking another step back. Both of us had embarrassed grins on our faces as I heard a door open above and the distinct sound of someone sliding down the fire pole to my right.
Emmett's groggy look turned to surprise when he caught sight of Edward and I, and my face flushed in response.
"Sorry to break up the party kiddies," he scoffed. "Keep it in your pants Edward. Let's go!"
Edward turned to me quickly, his face scrunched up, mouthing the word "Sorry", before giving my hand a squeeze and running up to hop in the back door of the truck, donning his bunker coat as he did so. Once seated facing backwards, he glanced out the window and gave me a small wave as the truck pulled out of the station, lights flashing and siren blaring. My heart swelled a little with pride and excitement watching them drive away to help someone in need, and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.
A/N: Hehehe...SOFT (Sex On a Fire Truck)...how many of you are having that fantasy now?!? Me? Yeah, NOT! Although I actually had to go out on the floor and check to see if this was even possible, and lo and behold, it is! Our brand new shiny trucks are pretty low to the ground and have a nice wide back bumper. Ok, I can totally see fireman Edward and Bella sexing on the firetruck. Made my smile at work a whole lot brighter! Hehehe...
And yes, I'm going to be one of THOSE authors who whines and asks all of you who are reading (cause there are over 1,000 of you) to leave me a review and let me know what you think. Please? Pretty please?