a/n Please note that all WitFit entries are unedited. No beta. I don't own Twilight.

They're college students in this one.

Word Prompt: Layer

Dialogue Flex: "I've never heard such a crazy story!"

Using the provided snippet of dialogue, explore what comes to mind, be it a scene, a thought, or something else.

"You won't believe what this girl did today in class."

He was distracting me. His back muscles flexed deliciously against the thermal hugging his body. He was stretched up, rummaging through a box on a shelf in his closet.

"What are you looking for?" I asked.

"This." He turned around with a smirk, cutting off my view of his ass in his worn denim. He was holding up an old Forks High sweatshirt.

"Edward, I brought my own clothes."

"Yes," he said, tossing me the sweatshirt. "But you didn't bring the right kind. Chicago weather is brutal and you won't last on one block of window displays." He was so matter-of-fact but I wasn't going to argue with a native. "You need more layers. Put that on," he nodded to the sweatshirt in my hands. I slipped it over my head but he scrunched up his face. Before I could ask, he was back in the closet. "You need a longer coat too."

I pulled my hair from under the collar and urged him to continue his story while I drank in more of his backside. "Tell me about this girl in class."

"Right. So this girl, Tanya, she's in my drama class and it's been pretty clear to everyone that she wants to fuck the professor."

"How is it clear to everyone?" I asked. He walked over to me with two wool coats and held them against my body.

"She sits in front of the class and always wears these clingy sweater things that show off her tits."

I caught him sneak a peek at mine in the oversized sweatshirt and threw my shoulders back a little to bring back some of my shape. "That doesn't mean she wants to fuck the professor."

He tossed the coat he wasn't going to use on the bed and opened the other one towards me. "Normally it wouldn't but I have her in another class on a different day and she doesn't wear anything tight or revealing. She dresses like a normal college student."

I wasn't buying it. "I dunno, Edward. I still-"

"Wait for it. So today we had to do a silent reenactment to a scene of our choice from any film."

"What did you pick?"

"It doesn't matter," he sighed and shook the coat. "Put your arms through. You want to hear this or what?"

I turned around to shrug on the coat. "Fine. Go on." I only wanted to hear about him but I needed to let him share whatever he was willing to share. He turned me back around and started buttoning up the heavy coat. It was covered in his scent and made me more aroused than I already was.

"So it's Tanya's turn and she struts up to the stage in these white high heels and her blond hair pulled back into a bun. I have an idea who she is but then she takes off this long trench and reveals a skin tight, white dress. Like a fucking second skin. You could even see she wasn't wearing a bra and given who she was about to portray, we knew she wasn't wearing panties either."

"Who was she?"

"Sharon fucking Stone!"

"No!"

"Yes." He walked back to the closet and fished out a thick scarf.

"Where was the professor?" This couldn't be going where I thought it was going.

"He's sitting dead center, front of the class."

"Oh my god." This girl was going there.

"I know." He started to tie the scarf around my neck. "So she sits down and well, let's face it. We're all watching. I felt like we were actually those fucking cops in the movie. Sweating and drooling and shit."

"Ew."

"Come on, Bella. The girls in class were looking too."

"Whatever." He walked over to his dresser and pulled out some gloves and beanies. I was already sweltering but he wasn't stopping.

"Anyways, she sits with her legs crossed and starts the scene. She lights up a cigarette-"

"That's a little rude." His exasperated look let know the interruptions were driving him crazy.

"Sorry," I smiled and took a pair of gloves from him to put them on. "Go on."

He tossed the rest of the garb on the bed with the coat and continued.

"She lights up the cigarette and just eye fucks the professor while puffing away. You could hear a pin drop. She was just swinging her leg slowly, like she was teasing him." Edward was so animated retelling this story, I was glad it gave me an excuse to stare back at him.

"This goes on for like five minutes and he never stops her. Finally, she slowly uncrosses her legs and he shoots up and says, 'Class dismissed! Tanya, we need to talk.'"

"What?"

"Yes," he shouted. "He didn't even take his eyes off her!" He grabbed the collared, green sweater he was wearing earlier from his desk chair and pulled it on. I got a glimpse of his stomach as the thermal raised up a little.

I cleared my throat a little. "Did you see anything?"

"No," he said disappointedly. "Once he stood up, she crossed her legs back. Nobody moved for a second so then he looked at us and said class dismissed again."

"What happened with Tanya?"

"I don't know," he said and picked up the coat he had tossed on the bed to put it on. "She sat there still eye fucking him while she finished the cigarette and we all shuffled out."

"I've never heard such a crazy story!"

"I know! It was fucking nuts." He was buttoning his coat in front of me and I was sad I couldn't see his sweater anymore. The color made his eyes look greener than normal.

"You think he fucked her?"

He just pursed his lips in a hidden smile and shrugged. As if I wasn't on fire already, he added a wink.

"Why are you taking drama anyway?"

"My counselor suggested it. Thought it was good for a journalist to be in touch with their feelings."

"And drama class does this?" He did seem more open.

"Yeah it does actually. We explore emotions and physicality. Connect with a lot of people."

I raised an eyebrow unintentionally. His drama class was sounding like a human sexuality class.

"You know what I mean, Bella." He grinned at me and bit his lip.

"Do I?"

"Yes."

He was practically on top of me the way he stared down at me standing there, swaddled in his clothes and scent. I couldn't speak because I didn't want to. I just wanted to kiss those lips and feel his scruffy beard. I'd have to skip the beard since my hands were covered but the lips were doable.

"Are you ready?" He asked softly. His breath fanned over me and I licked my lips. His eyes followed my tongue and his Adam's apple bobbed from him swallowing.

"Yes," I whispered back.

"To go. Are you ready to go?"

"Oh." He thought his words needed clarity but his intense look was telling me I was right in my first assumption. I said fuck it and went in for what I wanted.

I pushed up on my toes and barely brushed his lips. He responded immediately, kissing me harder and wrapping his arms around my waist to hold me against him. I let my gloved hands settle around his neck and moaned a little when I felt his tongue graze mine. He kissed me slow and firm the way I liked. I liked it rough and sloppy too. I liked it all with him.

The fact I started to feel him through the many layers between us was a testament to his manhood but I wasn't about to inflate his ego. Instead, I leaned in impossibly closer and elicited a deep grunt from him. It was a trigger we were going to get rough and sloppy soon so it didn't surprise me when he stopped kissing and loosened his arms. I dropped down and my hands fell to his shoulders. We were catching our breath but I smirked up at him.

He chuckled a little and shook his head. "Yeah, we really better go."

"Sorry," I said unapologetically.

He took a larger step back, effectively giving us the distance he needed. He picked up the beanies from the bed and yanked one down over on my head, covering my eyes. I laughed at him as I fixed the hat but he grabbed my hand and led us to the door.

"Let's go, troublemaker."