Let's see how they're doing the morning after...
Thanks to Mi who read through this as fast as Superman, you're a champ.
Forever grateful to EternallyCullen for the support, and for putting up with me. Wuv you.
I don't own Twilight.
I wake feeling really hot, I awkwardly stretch my leg out, my toes searching for a cool spot. Edward and I resemble a big pretzel. We've managed to get all tangled up at some point in the night. I've turned round in my sleep, my face right next to his chest and I can hear his steady breathing.
My hand is over his side and his arm is holding me close to him. The covers are over his shoulder which means my face is now underneath them, with just my hair poking out. I squirm around, trying to get some air. As I move he moans and pulls me closer in his sleep.
My face is now squashed against his chest, which would've been nice but it's not helping with the breathing difficulties I was already having. I tap his side with my hand, there's no response.
I suddenly remember that I should have a headache, but don't. Which is very surprising as I drank way too much for me and said way too much.
I groan out loud when I remember James and bury my face further into Edwards chest and while I'm there I give him a little sniff. He smells like boy. Warm, fresh and just Edward.
"Did you just sniff me?" His voice is all sleepy.
"Maybe." I hum in approval.
He pushes the covers down to his waist, freeing my face and groans. He pulls his arm from around me and lays on his back my head is now on top of his chest, my hand is where his top meets his boxers and I bunch the material in my fist.
"You give amazing spoon Edward. Has anyone told you that?
"Nope, but I'm not really known for my spooning skills. Actually sleeping with a girl is rare for me but doing it whilst wearing so many clothes is a new thing for me." I sit up slightly and look down at his face.
"Huh? Really?"
"Yeah, really. You just took my virginity Bella, with absolutely no consideration for my feelings. How do you feel about that?"
I giggle at his cheeky grin and run my hand over his tee shirt, against his stomach. It's warm and I can feel the muscles through his top. I do it again, back down to the end of his shirt. I reach the sliver of skin that's exposed and see the light trail of hair that disappears into his boxers, which are under the covers. I gently push my hand up under his top and touch his skin, it's so soft.
He grabs my curious hand, making me jump and spins me round until I'm on my back and he's over the top of me, his body pressing heavily into mine. He looks down at me and smiles at my shock. I want to touch the stubble on his chin but he still has hold of my hands. My body feels like it's on fire and I start to ache in my panties because I can feel his very apparent erection up against my pussy and I can also feel how damp I already am.
"Don't get all grabby there Ma'am, there are always consequences when innocent hands wander." He talks in a faux southern accent and those eyes are dark again.
I close my eyes and tilt my head back as I resist the urge to moan.
He laughs and gets up, leaving me feeling cold and berefit. He stands next to the bed and he's clearly torn about something.
My eyes travel down his torso and to his boxers, where I can clearly see a very big bulge. I've seen an erection before and although at the time, I thought Jake was big, this is on a whole other scale. It's a monster and his boxers barely seem to be able to confine it. I feel my eyes widen as I stare open mouthed. He smirks and laughs at my expression.
I hear him mumble something as he walks away.
I jump out of bed and find my purse, I rummage for my cell and when I find it I see two messages and three voice messages. I begin with the texts, all of them are written in caps from Alice, it's like being shouted at. She asks where I am and tells me to be careful around Edward.
I check my voice messages and hear them shouting drukenly down the phone, one of them are of the two of them singing and it makes me giggle as they sing about a skater boy. The last one is whispered from Rose.
"Bella, what the fuck? We've just got back and Emmett said he just checked in on you and that you are in bed with Edward! I hope to fucking hell that it's all really innocent, or so help me. Emmett is fuming mad, I had to drag him back to bed and suck his cock. For you, woman! Anyway, I also want to say sorry for totally ditching you tonight. It's our fault." She hiccups a small sob. "I love you Bells. I'm totally going to cut his cock off if he touches you."
I love the fact that I have friends that care about me so much but seriously it's my body we're talking about here and I'm twenty one. I'm officially an adult. They need to back off because I'm well overdue for this.
I put my phone back into my bag and pull out my hair elastic. I look in the mirror above the drawers and pinch my cheeks. I don't look too bad for after a night drinking.
I dance from foot to foot, because I really need to pee, as I wait for Edward to finish. He opens the door still in a towel and watches me dance. I can't afford to stop and stare at his naked chest, even though I really, really want to.
"Beep beep." I push past him and shut the door.
When I emerge from the bathroom with clean teeth, freshly showered and back in my dress. The bedroom is empty so I grab my purse and walk out into the kitchen.
Edward is busy making waffles. I take a fresh raspberry and pop it into my mouth as I sit and watch him. He turns and smiles briefly before getting back to his task. I watch with fascination as his tongue pokes out while he measures the ingredients and slices fruit.
"Can I help?" I ask politely.
He shakes his head while grabbing me a mug and fills it with fresh coffee, he slides it across the counter towards me.
The mug says 'I'm the Best at Fucking Everything'. This must be his mug.
"How's you're head?"
"Better than I expected." I sip my coffee and watch as he pours batter into the machine. "What are you doing today?"
"Well apparently we're going to the movies later. Or did you forget Emmett's amazing idea?"
I snort. "Nope, I remember. Do you work?"
He pauses a moment and then carries on with what he's doing.
"Define work."
"A job, where you get paid." I shrug.
"Technically, I guess that would be a yes."
"What do you do?"
"You have a lot of questions today." He leans over the counter on his elbows and smiles at me.
"How old are you?"
He sighs and stands up.
"I'm twenty six and yes, I kind of work, I get paid to be me. My Father pays me an amount every month. I call it guilt money."
"Are you passionate about anything?"
"I'm passionate about many things Bella. But that's not really breakfast talk."
My cheeks heat up as I draw on my hot coffee. We eat waffles, fruit and syrup in silence.
We clear the plates away, moving easily round the kitchen together, when I start to hear unmistakable sex noises coming from one of the rooms. It's quiet but I can hear Alice moaning and deep grunts. I put my hand over my face and grimace and Edward grabs my other hand.
"Let's get out of here. I'm taking you home."
I grab my purse as he pulls me towards the door, I stumble after him. He mutters about 'inconsiderate bastards' and something about 'none for a fucking week' as we walk into the car lot, his warm hand still clutching mine.
His jaw is clenched and he looks mad as we speed towards my apartment. I decide against trying to talk to him and instead watch the landscape flit by.
When we get back to the apartment he stands just inside the door, looking awkward.
"Thanks for last night and this morning." I smile, suddenly feeling shy.
"Your welcome, I guess. You really should have a word with your friends. They should be taking better care of you." He winks and smiles. "Listen, I have to get back to mine. But I'll see you later."
He doesn't move and I suddenly really want him to kiss me. I sigh and fidget. He closes in on the small distance between us and pulls my face up to his.
"What exactly do you want from me, Bella?"
I watch his eyes carefully.
"I want you to kiss me."
He looks into my eyes for a moment and then dips his head towards me and presses his lips gently to mine. I can feel every single nerve ending in my body tingling at the contact. His lips are as soft as I'd imagined. He makes a move to pull away but I wrap my arms around him and slide my fingers into his hair before he can disappear and crash my lips back into his.
He stiffens slightly as I pull his bottom lip into my mouth, desperate for more contact and desperate to taste him. He responds by moving his lips against mine. No tongue to my disappointment, I try and deepen it, but he pulls away. He kisses me again, chastely on the lips and smiles his crooked smile.
"Better?"
"No." I shake my head. "I want you to really kiss me, like you do when." I pause, not sure of how to word it.
"Like I'd do If I was going to fuck you?"
I nod, my voice has gone on hiatus again. Just hearing him say that in my current heightened state of arousal, makes me want to rub my thighs together. If I could feel a little bit of what he was offering, maybe it'll help me to understand.
"I'm not sure I'd be able to stop." He murmurs as he runs his fingers against my cheek, I lean into his hand and sigh.
Before I know what's happening, he pushes me roughly against the wall, my eyes fly open and the last thing I see is his lips coming towards mine. I feel him press against me. It's rough and sexy and he pulls at my hair as he positions me under his lips.
His tongue massages mine, my mouth already open from how he's tilting my head back. I feel his hands run down my sides, brushing past my breasts and he moves them down and round to cup my ass. He pushes me into him and my hips jut out as I curve my back. I mentally beg him to touch me where it matters as my own hands wander and I push them under his shirt, feeling the soft hair under his belly button. He pulls away panting and leans on his hands, which are now on the wall on either side of my head.
"Fuck." His head is bent and I can't see his eyes.
I smile to myself, trying to breath normally. I almost feel drunk and my legs won't behave as they are currently struggling to keep me standing straight.
"I really have to go, Bella." He doesn't move.
"Okay." I whisper.
He pushes away but doesn't look directly at me as he leaves, he pauses at the door and reminds me that they will be over at five.
After he's gone I run myself a huge bubble bath and soak in it until I'm beyond the prune stage. I spend my time in there thinking over every single detail of my time with Edward. I recall everything that he said last night and I realise that even though I do want him in that way, I'd be beyond sad if I never got to see him again.
I could ask him to have sex with me and I know he would, I just have to figure out whether once would be enough for me. He's already told me that it will only ever be once. I have to try and figure out what I want.
I lay back, sinking into the hot bubbles and try not to think about the kiss that left me so confused, not to mention horny as hell.