a/n Hey, all! Good to see you. School starting has just really kicked me in the butt trying to keep up with everything. But, I made it! Two weeks! I'm still going to try to get chapters posted quicker, but no guarantees. I absolutely love Breath of Twilight, she is awesome. She also betas my garbage and sends it back in readable form. All of my dear friends who have encouraged me and read through this stuff, given me pointers, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You know who you are! Enough from me, for now. On with the show . . .
Disclaimer: SM owns the Saga and all that goes with it.
BPOV
I love Edward. I know this should come as no surprise to me. Even early on, when we first started dating, I'd almost told him that. But now, I can't believe how much I love him. We've become like two parts of a whole. At least I know he's my other half; the most important person in the world to me. He makes me feel that I am that for him, too. But he's never put it into words. At least not that way. He does show me, as often as humanly possible, how much he loves me through the way he makes love to me.
This past summer was amazing. I now love spending time with his family, every chance I get. His sister has insinuated herself into my heart. She's like the sister I never had. I still don't like having others around when Edward and I get time to be alone together, so I probably don't see her as often as she'd like. But we are able to see each other when Edward and my schedules have us working at different times. She becomes my connection to him during those lonely times when he's working and I'm not.
I'm greedy. I'll admit it. I want him with me every minute of every day. But I'm so proud of him working so hard to do well with his internship, into his residency,and to be the best doctor he can be.
His family has invited me to spend the Thanksgiving weekend with them in the country. They even asked my dad to come when I hesitated. I usually spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with Dad. There's never been anywhere else that I'd even want to go . . . until now.
There is never enough time for this. Although it isn't the only thing I love about Edward, it is one of the things I love. His hands moving over the bare skin of my breasts, tweaking and pulling gently, is quite possibly one of my favorite things that he does during our lovemaking sessions. It's been almost a week since we've been together like this. Way too long. He cups my breasts and leans down to draw circles around my nipples with his oh-so-talented tongue. Softly, he sucks one into his mouth and gently scrapes the very tip with his teeth sending shivering jolts of desire straight to the center of my being. My hips buck involuntarily as he alternates between sucking and nibbling. God, how I love this man's mouth.
His hands trace the curve of my waist, trailing down to my hip then around to grip my cheek, squeezing and kneading, grinding our pelvises together delightfully. Meanwhile, my hands run over his pecs and roll his nipples between my fingers. He sucks in a breath and lets it out with a groan. I love that it's me that's able to pull these sexy sounds from this man. I massage my way from his chest up and over his shoulders as he kisses his way down my body, stopping and dipping his tongue in my belly-button, then sprinkling kisses along the top edge of my panties. I'm wearing his favorite pale blue thong.
He nips the elastic at the side between his teeth as he tugs them down, exposing the area that is most craving his attention. I continue to massage his shoulders while at the same time encouraging him to move just bit further down.
He chuckles. "A little impatient, are we?"
My response is simply a moan, while my hips lift from the bed, my knees spreading. I can smell my own arousal. I've missed this so much.
"Mmmmm . . ." He kisses my lower lips, then reaches out with his tongue and teases the very top between the two. My clit is craving his touch. He finally takes pity on me and dives in, working me into a frenzy before giving me one final lick and kissing his way back up to cover my lips with his. I'd always found having a man kiss my mouth after having been 'down there' to be so gross, but, with Edward, it just turns me on even more.
I attack his mouth before moving to turn him onto his back. I have become more and more uninhibited about going for what I want with Edward, and tonight, I want to be on top. It's cowgirl time. But first, I have a little exploring to do. I straddle Edward's hips while devouring his mouth, my hands making his hair stand on end as my fingers thread through it and tug on the ends. I kiss my way along his jaw to his ear and take the lobe into my mouth, sucking and nipping softly. I continue down the column of his neck as he tilts his head back, the muscles there cording. I smile against them, and run my tongue along the ropes of muscle. I lick across to his nipples, where I stop to scrape lightly with my teeth. I linger there for just a bit before making my way to that part of him that's been beating a tattoo rhythm on my stomach as it jumps with every nip and nibble.
I grasp his cock with my hand while I twist my hair with the other and move it behind my shoulder. Edward loves to be able watch while I do this, and I love to do things he enjoys, so I don't want my hair to obstruct his view. I'm really not very experienced with felatio. I just fumble around and hope I do something he enjoys. What I enjoy is hearing the sounds he makes and the look in his eyes and on his face that tells me, even though he's never said it, that he loves me and what I do for him. I open my mouth and trace around the ridge just below the head with my tongue. Edward groans, again. I can't get enough of those moans and groans. I slowly wrap my mouth around him, teasing the slit at the tip with my tongue. I move up and down the shaft, sucking and swirling my tongue around the head on the upstroke. Edward squirms and bucks his hips in time with my movements.
Before he can slip past the point of no return, I slide his cock out of my mouth with a small pop. He looks up at me with a what-the-fuck expression, and I smile in what I hope is a sultry way as I make my way up and over him, my knees on either side of his chest. I reach back with my hand and hold him as I align myself with his cock and slowly sink down on it.
I hold my breath as I do because it is always an experience to remember, his cock filling me and the feeling of completeness that always accompanies it. His head comes up off the pillow to watch himself disappear inside me, and when he's fully seated, flops back with a hiss. His hands grasp my hips as I begin to move. I opt for forward and back rocking rather than bouncing on him this time, and his hands encourage the movement, as his hips thrust upward. With each forward rock, my clit rubs against him, heightening my arousal, and I begin to moan, almost whimpering. His hands leave my hips and run up my sides to settle on my breasts as he twists and plucks at the tips, knowing my body so well, and my rocking becomes increasingly erratic. I open my eyes to see Edward looking up at me intently, watching my face and body for indicators of how close I am. Just as I am about to come, one of his hands leaves my nipple and he gently squeezes my clit between his thumb and forefinger, sending me headlong into my orgasm.
He grasps my hips securely and begins raising and lowering me quickly as he thrusts as deeply inside as he can, while I ride out my orgasm. Just as I begin to come back to my senses, his back arches as hips buck one final time, and I can feel him releasing inside me. Quick, warm spurts pepper my insides as Edward groans out my name followed by a long 'fuuuuuuck'. I collapse on top of him as his back relaxes and we snuggle, just like that, regaining our composure. Neither of us moves, we enjoy coming down still connected in this most intimate of ways. My orgasm took enough out of me that I find myself dozing on Edward's chest, a most comfortable spot, I assure you.
Though I'm dozing, I'm also thinking about the way my life is now, with and without Edward. Work continues, day in, day out, nothing much happening in my neck of the woods. The days are getting shorter, so it's often dark when I get off work. And the nights are certainly getting colder.
Edward's been acting a little spacey lately. I'll catch him just staring at me, looking as if he's in a trance or something. Weird. I sometimes ask him about it. He just laughs and says it's nothing. I don't think I believe that it's nothing, but perhaps it's nothing to worry about. I'm sure he'll tell me about it whenever he's ready. At least, I hope he will.
The ER is Edward's next rotation. He's looking forward to it; at least he says he is. He calls it trial-by-fire medicine. I suppose it is, kinda. You never know what you'll be faced with in the ER. It could be anything from a bad case of the flu to some sort of major trauma. The hospital's ER also serves as a trauma unit. A very well respected trauma unit, at that. The biggest drawback I can see for Edward's ER rotation is that most of it will be working the night shift. I, of course, work the day shift. It's going to be hard to find time to spend together during this stretch. I do think that our relationship is strong enough to withstand the separation, though.
Next week is Halloween, and Edward's schedule is very long and full. Our days off don't coincide at all; I won't be able to see him again unless I stop by the hospital, for nearly ten days. I can't imagine going that long without seeing his beautiful face. I promise myself I'll suck it up and go to the hospital. He hasn't wanted me to come to the hospital because, he says, he doesn't want to share me with the other interns and residents. I haven't had him come to the station, either. I know all the clerks and female officers would be falling all over themselves to capture his attention. He's mine. I don't share.
I'm trying to see good in this longish break. Maybe I can pick up a little overtime to help make for a nicer Christmas. I'll talk to Sarge tomorrow and see if I can pick up an extra shift here and there. And while I'm buttering him up by taking extra shifts, I'll ask for the extra time off at Thanksgiving. Edward says he's already asked for the whole week before Thanksgiving and the Thanksgiving weekend off, and it's been approved. We're going to try to take a couple of days to go away to a Bed and Breakfast, just to relax for a little while. I know he's going to need it after the frenetic pace that nights in the ER can produce. I'm sure we'll find something to do for two days . . . all alone.
But for now . . . I think it's time for round two.
e/n Well, as you can see, we're getting closer to the prologue. Edward's ER rotation is coming up. But there are still some questions to be answered. Thanks for taking the time to read my drivel. =)