SM owns Twilight. I, on the other hand, want to lick Edward... is that so wrong?

Chapter 14

XXX – For Real - XXX

After Edward left my apartment, I settled myself down into the comfort of his scent which was still lingering in my sheets. God, I wished Mr. Perfect was still around. It was at times like these where I missed his company. Of course, it goes without saying that I would take the real thing over the toy any day. But jumping into bed with Edward right away wasn't an option for either of us. Well, not right away.

Soon.

Very soon.

I tossed and turned. Twisted and tangled the covers and bedding around myself then decided to just get up and take a shower. It would be a long day and I was a bit bummed that I wouldn't be seeing Edward later.

He promised to call.

But he won't be here.

Why don't you get your "O" somewhere else? Is that all you ever think about?

Yes. No. To get to the other side. Probably. Yeah, all of the fucking time. Whenever I think of Edward, I think of sex, then sex with Edward. Then, it comes around again full circle. See what I did there?

Shut up.

I sighed as I got into the shower, still debating how I was going to face the day. Getting up at five a.m. didn't agree with me. Ever.

I got dressed and ready for the day, making it quick so I could go see if anyone had anything good to say on Facebook. There's a good way to kill time. No wonder people used to have a million babies; they had nothing else to do. It's a wonder our generation even goes out anymore to procreate.

Then all you'd get are self induced "O"s.

Ok, so maybe that's why we still go out. I digress.

I toasted some Pop Tarts and had a glass of milk as I turned on my computer and waited for everything to load up.

I went to my Facebook page and smiled when I saw that I had a message from Edward.

I'll miss you today, sweetheart.

I can't wait to see you tomorrow night.

I smiled to myself and clicked on the reply button.

Would it be creepy to tell him that his smell on my bed sheets almost made me cum this morning? Or that I'd like to lock him up in my bedroom and have my way with him? Multiple times?

Nah, not creepy at all, Bella.

I can't wait to see you either.

Do you have any special requests for dinner tomorrow?

I could offer you myself. How bout, Bella surprise? It involves a lot of licking and suckling but in the end, everybody's happy.

I face palmed. God the dirty thoughts that were going through my head weren't helping the situation at all.

But one thing I knew would probably cause me to smile like a crazy person all day; Edward missed me and I'd be seeing him again tomorrow.

That, I could certainly live with.

XOXOXOXO

"Seriously Alice, everything is fine."

"You've been grinning like a fool for the last five minutes. And, you were here uncharacteristically very early this morning, I usually have time to order my Latté and drink half of it by the time you get your lazy ass out of bed and on your way here."

"I woke up early. So, sue me."

"Woke up early, my ass." Then her eyes widened like an overly dramatic Disney character, I could see her put the pieces of the puzzle together in her head, "Oh, my God. Did you have sex?"

I almost spit out the sip of coffee I had in my mouth, "No Alice, we didn't sleep together."

She knit her eyebrows together, "Why not?"

"Good lord, woman, he's your cousin for crying out loud. Do you really want me to get into details with you?"

She let out a shuddering sigh and seemed to think about the possibilities of whatever it was I was going to tell her, "You're sitting here all smiley and uncharacteristically happy and I, as your best friend, would like to know why?"

I smiled, "Nothing, I'm just... happy. He left my place this morning-"

"Wait, he left your place this morning?" Her eyes got huge and her smile widened to an almost menacing grin.

"Well, we were fooling around last night and-"

"Okay," she shook her head and frowned while flailing her hands around, "You know what? Never mind. I don't think I can handle knowing any details."

"Isn't that what I was trying to tell you? Anyways, he left me a message telling me he would miss me."

"And you didn't sleep together?"

"No."

"There were no orgasms involved?"

"Well, maybe a little." I then took a drink of my coffee and mumbled, "For me."

"You're such a whore. I love it!" She giggled like a schoolgirl on crack.

"I'm not a whore. He's just a fantastic kisser." I let out a defeated sigh, "I need to go shopping for a replacement toy."

Alice's face perked up, "Oh, bring him with you." She clapped excitedly, "I brought Jazz with me the other day and got this purple egg thing." She took in a huge breath and plastered a dreamy smile on her face while I shuddered and threw up a little bit in my mouth, "It comes with a remote control."

"Seriously, Alice." I gave her a disgusted look, "And you say I go into too many details?"

Seriously, what would you do with that? I mean, do you like put it inside you, shove the remote control in your purse on your way to work in the morning and play with the buttons when you feel like having a bit of fun?

I wouldn't put it past Alice.

Maybe I should get one of those.

Yeah, you know you should.

Orgasm hustler.

Alice rolled her eyes, "Hey, I didn't tell you what we do with it."

My brain was off kilter, completely and perpetually in the gutter. The last thing I needed was to wonder about supernatural vibrating items.

I shook my head, "I really don't need to know."

I took a sip of my coffee and took a look at my watch. We needed to get a move on if we wanted to be at the office on time.

XOXOXOXO

"So this morning's staff meeting is to discuss the person I've hired to replace Tanya as well as some of new clients we will start working with." Lauren started talking to us about Charlotte, the new girl. She was moving here from California with her boyfriend Peter.

The more Lauren talked, the more my mind drifted elsewhere.

Would Edward be attending to someone right now? Would he be filling out paperwork? He hated paperwork.

Poor baby doing something he hated.

I pictured him sitting behind a desk and smiled as I imagined him with his reading glasses perched on the end of his nose. Wait, I'd have to ask him if he wore some of those. If not, he seriously needed some fake ones cause Edward with reading glasses was about the sexiest thing my mind could possibly conger up.

The sexy doctor scenarios filtered through my mind and I smiled to myself, licking my lips as my eyes glazed over and my mind drifted off into the gutter.

Edward taking me from behind over his office desk.

Me playing naughty nurse with Dr. Edward.

Oh, I should get one of those nurse uniforms-

"-Bella, did you hear anything I was saying?"

"What?" Fuck, what did I miss?

I snapped out if quickly and regained my composure then looked around the room and noticed everyone staring at me. A few of them seemed amused, except for Mike who, for some unknown reason, was clearly glaring at me.

Lauren sighed and rolled her eyes, "Bella, Charlotte will be working closely with you during all of next week. I want you to show her our filing system and make sure she gets all of Tanya's unfinished client files." Then she smiled, "And Bella, that glazed over look you get in your eyes when you're clearly inside your own head is really creepy. You were looking at that wall over there like it was something to eat."

I cleared my throat, "Yeah, sorry."

"Okay, so you all know what you have to do. I expect for all of you to welcome Charlotte into the fold. She has some background in web development so I expect her to be able to help with that aspect with her clients as well."

Thank fuck. I hated working on web sites. I only did it if I absolutely had to and even then I'd get the images ready and whoever developed the site would use those images to make everything look cohesive.

We all got up and headed off to our respected cubicles.

I checked my phone for messages on my way to my little hobbit hole and noticed I had a message. I smiled and instantly held my breath before clicking on the little icon. Of course, the minute I saw who it was from, my smile widened into some sort of crazy ass grimace. I probably looked psychotic. Whatever.

No special request as far as the food is concerned.

I'll eat whatever you make as long as you're there to enjoy it with me.

Okay, so am I the only girl who would read something like that and immediately think of offering him myself as a platter?

Nah, probably not.

Seriously, there must be medication to ward off those kinds of thoughts. Right?

Nah, no meds, just pure unadulterated animalistic fucking.

I sighed and felt myself get very heated.

Oh, no worries, I'll be there to enjoy it with you. :o)

I hope your meeting with the lawyer goes well and finishes early.

There was something very wrong with me if the very thought of making him dinner was making me wet. Was I starting to be one of those women with crazy food fetishes who'd only come if I were being screwed in the back room at the grocery store?

Next thing you know, I'll be on all fours mooing like a cow and waiting to be milked.

I shuddered at that last thought and regretted ever reading that particular piece of fanfiction. Seriously, some fetishes should be kept behind closed doors and never be discussed. Ever.

I can honestly say the rest of my day went well. I thought about Edward way too often for that shit to be considered normal. I was never one of those women. You know, the ones that live and breathe for a man. I couldn't understand their mentalities.

I could never imagine myself pining for someone.

But I did pine for Edward. It was almost physically painful to know I wouldn't be seeing him that evening.

I was starting to be like one of them.

And I hated it almost as much as I loved it.

XOXOXOXO

As promised, Edward called that evening around eight p.m.

"So, how was your morning?"

"I couldn't sleep after you left so I ended up getting ready and met Alice for coffee. You?"

"I couldn't get you out of my mind. Irena said she's never seen me this distracted." He chuckled.

Even knowing about Irena being his boss and nearly sixty years old, I couldn't help the pang of jealousy that coursed through me. There was no way in hell Edward would ever touch her. He had talked about her on a few occasions.

The woman had six grand-kids for god's sake.

Recovering quickly, I clicked my tongue playfully, "Well, Dr. Cullen, I'm kind of feeling bad for your patients. They're the one suffering because of your ehmm, distraction."

"Oh, sweetheart, trust me when I say that I'm the only one to truly suffer."

Oh, God.

Fuck me now.

Yes. Please.

Why is it that all of a sudden I felt like we weren't talking about the fact that he missed me. "I'm kind of suffering too, you know?" I giggled.

"Oh, I forgot, your toy died. I'm sorry you might have to wait for me to ehmm... take care of your ehmm... distractions."

Oh, God. Was he... I mean, I think he was referring to...

Fuck, I can't handle this.

Yes you can. He can talk to you like that. Fuck, he can tell you he wants to fuck you twelve ways to Sunday and you'll listen intently. Cock whore.

Correction. Edward's cock whore.

Okay, that's much better.

Do you want to come toy shopping with me, Edward?

God, I couldn't imagine myself asking him to come with me. Seriously, was Alice crazy? I couldn't do something like that. I'll order one online like I did last time. Maybe I can order one of those egg things like she was talking about? Aww, fuck, who am I kidding, if I find that thing, it's going in the shopping cart.

I swallowed hard, groaning a low, "Fuck" as I shook my head. The thoughts were all jumbled in my brain. The filter wouldn't work and all I wanted to tell him was to please drive his ass to my house so he could pound me into next week.

"Bella? Shit, Bella, I'm sorry. Did I offend you? I mean... fuck." He sounded flustered and truly afraid that he had in fact offended the cock whore.

My girlie bits perked up. Yup, that's you, Isabella Marie Swan; dirty cock whore.

Is it wrong to have conversations with your own pussy?

Just checking.

"No, I mean. Shit, Edward, its hard enough keeping my hands off you when we're together, hearing you say things like that. You have no idea what you're doing to me."

"Sweetheart, I've been hard all day just thinking about you. Trust me when I say that I totally understand your problem."

Oh, God. The images. Make. Them. Stop.

I inhaled deeply, "No, you don't. I'm not this girl. I don't sleep around. I don't get all horny all the time for just anyone. Well, unless you count a few drunken college hook-ups but that was experimental and Alice had me thinking I should be-"

He cut me off and his tone of voice intensified, "I don't need to know. I don't care about the past or what you did or didn't do. God, Bella, I want you so much it fucking hurts and I'm not that guy either. I mean fuck, I married my high school sweetheart even though I wasn't in love with her anymore just because I thought that was what I was supposed to do."

He sighed and continued, "I realize now how wrong that was. I should've played the field. Or not. I don't know, but God, what I feel when I'm with you. Near you, fuck when I'm sitting in the same room with you, it's like I can't get enough of you. The thoughts that go through my head all day are fucked up to say the least and honestly; I thought I was going to go insane if you didn't feel anything for me like I do for you. It physically hurts to not be around you, Bella."

I snorted, which probably wasn't very ladylike, "Well, I feel better now." I smiled, even though I was sitting alone in my living room, "I've been going through the same thing. This feels so surreal."

"Tell me about it, sweetheart. At first, I thought I could hold off. Maybe give myself six months to find myself, so to speak. But it didn't work. When I kept seeing you at the library all the time, I just knew. I knew whatever pull I had towards you was undeniable. Isabella, I can't stay away from you."

Hearing my full name roll off of his lips always made me want to purr. It always sounded soft and sensual.

"Then don't stay away from me, Edward."

He chuckled, "Okay, sweetheart, I promise. How about I pick you up Saturday afternoon?"

"Oh, is this you taking me out on a date?"

"Absolutely, beautiful."

"I can't wait, Edward."

"I can't either, sweetheart. At least I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Fucking right, you are." I giggled and traced the small flower pattern on the sofa cushion with the tip of my pointer finger.

"I hate to do this, but I have to go to bed. As you probably know, I spent the night at this girl's house and didn't get too much sleep last night."

"Yes, I hear she was all over you."

"Yeah, but I enjoyed every second of it."

I giggled, "Okay, we have to stop going down this road so you can sleep."

"Well, judging by the raging hard on I'm currently sporting, I might have a hard time doing that."

Seriously, was he really doing this to me again? I moaned, "Jesus, don't say shit like that."

"Good night, Isabella."

Fuck, I love it when he says my name, "Good night, Edward."

I settled myself in for the evening with a glass of wine and a few games of Words with Friends on Facebook. I then went online and ordered some toys.

XOXOXOXO

I woke up to a stormy day and decided I would make homemade chicken noodle soup and fresh Panini sandwiches for my dinner non-date with Edward.

It was only Wednesday and I was begging for this week to go by quickly. Cockblocked by a timeline was definitely not for me. Granted I didn't want to take things too quickly, my hormones were pushing me otherwise.

I drove Alice crazy over our morning coffee by not wanting to tell her anything more about my relationship with Edward. Then, I spent a nice unobtrusive day at work. I had to admit, some days, I actually did miss Tanya. Our lunch dates were nice and she was a good worker. She was nice to me, for the most part anyways. But those thoughts were eclipsed by what she ended up doing. Lord knows I still felt like she had left things unfinished that day when she had come crying into the office. I just couldn't help but wonder what she'd do to get back at me; or worse, Edward.

I picked up some ingredients for my soup on my way home from work, then spent an hour and a half making everything. By the time my door bell rang, the apartment smelled heavenly and my heart was thudding in anticipation.

Unfortunately, all of my hopes for seeing Edward were dashed to hell when I opened the door.

A/N: Okay, don't hate me. Seriously, you all knew it was coming. Tanya wasn't going to go away for good after that small altercation. Pfft... no worries though, next chapter is the last we'll see of her sorry ass. Probably. Oh, and as a treat, there will be limes... or something citrusy... anyways, it'll be good...

Also, I hope this chapter clears up some confusion about what Edward feels for Bella. He likes her. A lot. Nuf said.

Furthermore, sending some love to my chicas, WitchyVampireGirl and Scrimmy for helping me with this shit. Seriously, being random is not something I was very proud of, until now. I finally realize I'm completely normal; it's the rest of the world that's fucked up. ;o)

Oh and speaking of the awesome WitchyVampireGirl, she entered the TFA Summer Fantasy One Shot contest and starting Sept 1st, you guys can go and vote for your favorite story. Http:/ www . fanfiction . net /u/ 3055460/