For those of you worried about my mental status lately with some of my entries, rest assured, it is fine. Certain prompts just incite darker reactions out of me. But here's a lighter one today. Hope you all enjoy it.

Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Derivative

Rating/Warning(s): M

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Prompt: Imagined Image: Imagine being in this setting: what happens? Describe the type of day your characters have. Write about it in third-person narrative.

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She stepped out her front door and sighed heavily. It was yet another dreary day out, with dark clouds gathering above her with the exception of one break where beams of sunlight still broke through. After losing her umbrella in the wind yesterday, she hadn't had the opportunity to get to the story to buy another. She just prayed that the rain would at least hold out long enough for her to get to work.

With each step she took along the busy sidewalk, the wind increased just a little more. The tall building surrounding her suddenly felt as if they were closing in around her as everything grew darker.

Her pace increased as the first drop struck her forehead. Please no, just a little longer, she mentally pleaded as a roll of thunder sounded overhead and the sky unleashed its wrath, just a mere block from work.

"Perfect. Just perfect," she laughed humorlessly, her arms waving out and her palms slapping her thighs as they fell back down.

"Bella!" she heard a deep voice call out and she looked up to see a tall man in a suit moving hurriedly toward her. "What are you doing out here in this kind of weather?"

"Preserving the resources by taking a natural shower. What does it look like, Edward?" she snapped and his eyebrows raised in surprise. His gaze fell to her shirt and held the umbrella in his hand out to her to take, removing his jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders.

"I really don't think you should go inside the building like this. Might draw some stares," he said, pulling the coat securely around her front.

"Oh, and there would be a problem with that? The men might enjoy the view, and maybe even a few of the women, I imagine," she retorted, trying to suppress the smirk that was threatening to form.

"I'd say that would be a very big problem. I don't share," he murmured, stepping closer to her and sliding his arms around her.

"Ah, I see. Well, what do you suggest I do? I don't have time to go home and change."

"One word. Hooky," he grinned, winking at her.

"Edward, I don't just skip out on work. I have a lot to get done," she replied as he leaned in to kiss along her cheek. "Mike's gonna kill me if I call out."

"Bella, you haven't used a single sick day in three years. I think Mike would understand," he reasoned with her, tugging her waist gently. "I can make it worth your while."

"That would require you to take the day off too," she scolded, raising her eyebrow.

"Done. One of the benefits of being your own boss. You can give yourself a day off whenever," he replied, pecking her lips and moving to pull away before she pulled him back. Her lips crashed against his as she dropped the umbrella aside and wrapped her arms around him, threading her fingers into his now dampened hair. The rain poured down around them, soaking them through but she didn't care.

For two years, she had watched him, ached for him. He lived three buildings down from her, but she could never bring herself to even say hi to him for months. Even though they walked along the same sidewalk to work every morning, ate at the same deli every day at lunch, and again walked the same route home. And she would curse herself every single day that he turned off the sidewalk toward his building, even stopping to wave to her before punching in the code for the door.

It wasn't until almost a year ago that he approached her at that deli for lunch and introduced himself to her officially. After nearly being late for returning from lunch, having been so caught up in conversation with him the whole hour, she finally got the nerve to ask him to dinner. They spent all that night in her apartment eating and talking, and when he kissed her goodnight, she felt a shiver run down her spine. They'd been together every day since.

And now, standing there on the sidewalk getting completely drenched, she still felt that shame shiver as that night on her doorstep.

"You finally got your kiss in the rain," he mumbled against her lips and she grinned against his, nodding slowly. "And you owe me an umbrella."

"It was worth it. I'll just get you one when I replace mine," she replied breathlessly, sealing her lips to his again and feeling his arms tighten around her waist.

"Baby, I think we should at least get you to my apartment."

"Why your apartment?"

"Because it's closer, so you can dry off and call your boss sooner."

"You just want to see me in your clothes," she shot back, quirking her eyebrow at him.

"You say that like it's a bad thing. You actually look better in my clothes than I do," he smiled back at her unabashed, kissing her temple as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and walked the short distance to his apartment with her.

As soon as they were inside his door, she reached for her phone in her purse. While she called her boss, he began slowly unzipping her skirt as she kicked her shoes off. "Good morning, Mr. Newton. It's Bella. Yea, everything's fine, I'm just really feeling under the weather today and I just need a day in bed to recover. No nothing serious. Just the weather I guess. Thanks, I'll see you in the morning."

She reached behind her to swat his hip as he continued kissing along her neck while working on the buttons of her blouse. "You were very convincing Miss Swan."

"Hey, the sneeze was real!" she replied, pointing her finger back at him.

He turned her in his arms, his hands sliding down her back to cup her ass, pulling her against his need for her. "Well, you just might need that day in bed after all, with some very special attention."

"I think you might be right," she replied softly, her fingers working the buttons loose on his shirt as she pressed her hips into him and causing him to groan. She pushed the shirt from his shoulders and he lifted her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her down the hall to his bedroom, closing the door against the world for the day.