1Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse or Breaking Dawn. I do not own Edward Cullen or Bella Swan or any other characters you may recognize from the series. I do however own the one-shot this is based on entitled 'White Carpet and Wall Sconces'.
Edward's Point of View
The noise from the party had finally died down…thank God. Not that I could complain about this particular party. If it weren't for the party I wouldn't be lying in my bed completely satisfied. I rolled over and crashed my arm into the other pillow. Satisfied, yet alone. Alone because of stupid, inconsiderate Jessica Stanley. I could have convinced that Bella chick to come back to my room with me, for yet another round if it weren't for Jessica Stanley being too drunk to drive home; if it weren't for that Bella chick being too good a friend to leave her in the lurch. I peered around the room in the half light. For a short moment I was glad I hadn't had the chance to invite her back across the hall - how cheesy did that sound? - for an encore. There was at least a week's worth of underwear and socks thrown on every surface of the room, my desk was covered in school schedules, half written essays and playboys from as far back as 1992…so I bought them online…who cares? I didn't bother hiding my 'material' as Emmett so lovingly referred to it as, anymore. My mother wasn't here to find it.
My posters of scantily clad women adorned every piece of wall space. I was twenty-one and single, a man can dream. I examined every bikini wearing girl closely. She could have been one of those bikini models…Ok so the company would never hire her, she wasn't tall enough, or busty enough, or plastic enough, but she could model a bikini for me any day. She was fuckin' hot. Hot enough that I wanted to get naked with her again. Soon.
I rolled over again, onto my back, with a groan. Sex was awesome. Great sex was even better. Great sex with an incredibly hot woman on my bathroom floor…well that was legendary. And it was not enough to only do it once. Now my body was rebelling. Now that she wasn't here. I felt my cock harden just thinking about her. Her wrapped around me. Her sitting on my counter top, leaning back, tits taught and perky. Her on her knees, mouth around me, bobbing, the look in her eyes as she'd winked. Fuck. I needed to stop thinking about her, or else give over to the fantasies and take care of it myself, hoping it would tie me over.
"Edward! Dude can you give me a hand?" I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard Emmett's voice. The door swung open and my very large, older brother stood framed in the door way. His hand shot to his eyes. "Aaah! Fuck man! Put that away." I scrambled, looking for a pair of boxers.
"Fuck Emmett! Have you ever heard of fucking knocking?" I emerged from under my bed with a pair of cotton boxers that I hoped were clean and pulled them over my legs as fast as I could, wincing at the pain of the restraint. Down boy, down.
"Deal with it if you must" Emmett urged, "then meet me downstairs."
"I somehow don't think it'll need dealing with now. Your voice scared it away. It's like five AM though, what d'you want?"
"Idiots overturned the pool table, and it's too big to move by myself." I rolled my eyes. Apparently the beloved pool table couldn't wait. I yanked a pair of jeans over my boxers, to hopefully keep the evidence of any dirty Bella thoughts under control and followed my thick skulled brother down the stairs. "By the way" he said, turning to look at me. "Mom emailed Alice to say she'll be calling today and we all should be here." He rolled his eyes. "Especially you. Done something bad Eddie?"
I smacked his shoulder. "Nothing that Mommy or Daddy should be concerned with" I said with mock solemnity. Emmett snorted, and pushed the door to the basement open. If the main floor of the house was a mess, the basement looked as though a tornado had run through. Everything, literally everything, was overturned. I looked at the old television in the corner and decided that our pool table was the least of our problems. "Where's our dearest darlingest sister?"
Emmett rolled his eyes. "With that frat boy moron Jasper Whitlock. Where else?" It was a very well known fact that neither of us particularly approved of Jasper, but Alice had made it quite clear that we had no say whatsoever in her relationship. I growled under my breath and Emmett nodded in agreement. "Anyone who runs around in togas, toting around kegs is a loser in my mind" Emmett continued.
"Do they actually do that?"
"What do you think Greek Week is? I just hope they don't eat goat or something." I laughed at my brother's obvious disregard for political correctness.
"Isn't souvlaki made from goat?" I went to the other end of the pool table and got ready for the heave.
"I don't frigging know. Probably. How lame do you have to be to eat something called, souvlaki? Friggin' werido." He squatted down opposite me and counted to three, groaning as he lifted his end. Together we got it flipped over but the room didn't look any better. Emmett crashed on the thread bare couch in the corner. "I do not want to clean this place up."
"Not my party, man. Have fun." I fell back in the recliner opposite him and closed my eyes.
"Where the hell were you anyway? Didn't see you all night. Figured you'd come raid the beer fridge eventually but you never showed." His eyes were heavy lidded and he looked exhausted. I knew he hadn't been to bed yet.
"Have you slept?"
"Are you my mother? Answer the question, where were you?"
I shrugged. "I hid out in the bathroom" I told him honestly. He opened his eyes wide and raised his eyebrows to his hair line. "What? It was quiet there."
"That's not what I heard."
I literally felt the colour drain from my face. My palms went all sweaty and sticky and cold. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice innocent. I heard it waver slightly but hoped he was too tired to notice.
"Remember Lauren Mallory?" How could I not? "Of course you do. Anyway she said she heard what sounded like a couple of people gettin' jiggy with it in the upstairs bathroom." He made a little dance with his shoulders when he said 'jiggy' which of course made me laugh. "So what little sorority girl was my little Eduardo making into a woman?" He wiggled his eye brows suggestively. I saw an easy out.
"Seriously? Lauren Mallory? She's crazy and you know it. And I don't do sorority girls, Em. Get real."
"I thought it sounded a little crazy too to be honest. She was probably too hammered to know. Because there wasn't anyone that was even close to your type here."
"Of course" I replied. I wondered who I could ask about this Bella Swan character. I knew her name, and I knew who her roommate was, that had to be a start. I remembered vaguely, very vaguely, Alice once mentioning someone named Bella. Could I ask her? Probably not. I didn't really want anyone to know about this. Alice would probably get suspicious. It had been a long time since she'd mentioned Bella, I was sure of it. I was pretty sure she'd mentioned a Bella. Probably during my 'smoke a bong a day' phase. I didn't remember much from that phase. Maybe I could ask Alice. I could make it look nonchalant. I could ask about Jasper to butter her up, then the fraternity would come up, and Jessica's time at the fraternity, and then BINGO! Bella Swan. It was a master plan. "We should probably all get some sleep Em. I'm sure Alice and Toga-boy have passed out by now." I rose from the chair slowly and stretched my legs. He muttered something unintelligible and stretched out further.
My room was flooded with light by now, and I took the time to close all the curtains and remove my jeans before crawling back under the covers and wiggling into the mattress. I would have to wait to talk to Alice until Toga-boy left.
I needed to avoid thinking about Bella Swan. Sure she was hot, but I'd done hotter. Much hotter. Like...well I couldn't name anyone at that exact moment, but that didn't mean much. It wasn't uncommon for me to not remember the girls I slept with. I was Edward Cullen.
If I thought of the way her nails ran down my spine one more time I'd probably explode. I rolled over again with a groan of frustration as my little friend came out to play once more. "Not now" I muttered. How was I still horny? I'd had two intense orgasms. Two. There was no reason I should still be up and ready. I should be passed out with my head in my cereal. They weren't even two half assed, jerk off with my clumsy left hand, orgasms, they were full fledged, fireworks and turbulence orgasms. The ones that make you hurt afterwards. And she gave me two of them. She sent me, Edward Cullen, to my knees. That was practically unheard of. I should be exhausted. I should be, but I wasn't.
Sighing in defeat I pulled the latest issue of Maxim from my book shelf and flipped it open, dragging my eyes over the pages, trying to find something that caught my eye. Not that I needed material, but thinking of someone other than the chick I'd banged in the bathroom the night before would probably be a good idea. I was Edward Cullen after all; I didn't do the multiple encounters thing.
I flipped the page again, looking at all the women in the pictures. I tried to picture myself with them, my hands overflowing with their tits...their gigantic, plastic tits. Fuck. New angle. I found a picture of a long, lean blonde and closed my eyes, imagining her in my fantasy; her long legs, slim and defined, wrapped around my hips, her fingers caressing my shoulders. Yeah, this one was working. I pulled my boxers from my hips and stroked my rock hard cock urgently. Legs. Long, tanned, shapely legs, wrapped around my torso. Thrust. My hand worked harder than it usually did. I squeezed gently between my calloused fingers. I imagined they were her long, slender, beautiful fingers sliding up and down. Thrust. Legs were working. Legs weren't plastic. They were long and supple and flexible and beautiful and not plastic. Girls have legs. Bella Swan had legs.
Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck fuck. Bella Swan. Fucking Bella Swan. She was going to be more trouble than she was worth. She was getting in the way of my generic jerk off sessions. They weren't generic if she was in them. They weren't generic if any girl I knew personally was in them. I groaned again and rolled over, stroking myself off as quickly and quietly as possible before falling into a restless sleep.
A restless sleep that did not last nearly long enough and was broken into by one very tiny, very irrate sister. "Edwaaaarrrrd."
I pulled the pillow over my ears and groaned for what seemed like the millionth time since the evening. "Go away Alice."
"Your mother is on the phone and you'd best get out here, fully clothed, before I count to three or else." I heard her stomp her foot and clear her throat, and then in a much quieter voice say "oh no mom, nothing like that. I'm sure he's alone." I growled in my chest and yanked a pair of sweat pants over my boxers and dug an oversized hoodie from my drawer.
"Alright, alright. I'm here, I'm dressed, I'm coherent. Give me the damn phone." I held my hand out to my angry looking pixie of a sister. She glowered at me and covered the receiver with her hand.
"We need to talk" she whispered. "After this." She handed me the phone and
stalked off to the other end of the hall and into her room.
My mother wanted nothing more than to be sure that we were all alright and that I, in particular, was staying out of trouble, which I of course insisted I was. I had gotten increasingly better as of late. My car had yet to be impounded this semester and I wassure to make sure she knew that. Only to my mother would that sound like an accomplishment.
Parental conversations were rarely as bad as I expected them to be. Alice conversations were by far much more terrifying, and for that very reason I became extremely nervous about my walk of doom down the hall. Alice met me at her door, tiny yet imposing, hands on her hips, glowering up at me.
"Make this quick Al, I'm tired." She rolled her eyes sarcastically and stepped inside the room, sitting on the unmade bed and crossing her legs. I stayed at the door, one arm propped on the door frame, poised for an easy get away.
"You're always tired. If you spent more time sleeping and less time watching ammi porn you'd be more alert you know." I took a deep breath. I wasn't going to say anything. One never knew when they'd need Alice.
I settled for an indifferent "Mmhm" and a nod.
"Have you done any of your school work this term?" I sighed. Was she seriously having this conversation with me?
"Why do you care?"
"We care more than you think you know. Me and Emmett. I'd love to see you spend more time with people. Why don't you mingle? The party was a lot of fun last night. You might have met someone interesting." She was giving me a beautiful opening. I wasn't sure I could take it. What if she thought it meant something it didn't? Alice was a huge fan of love and compatibility and all that crap. I was a huge fan of sex.
I settled for another "Mmhm" and a slow nod. Couldn't she get to the point so I could go back to my girl without plastic legs?
"Have you ever considered some sort of committed relationship?"
"Sure." I had considered it once or twice. "Wasn't the right thing though."
"Why don't you like Jasper?" Ah, so that was where this was going.
"I don't not like Jasper. I just...don't like him."
She glared at me. For a little person she was absolutely terrifying. Alice was tiny. Barely five feet tall, and why she was so tiny we had no idea. Neither of our parents were tiny people. She was tiny, but she thought she was six feet tall. Her entire persona was big, and slightly imposing. And when she glared, she was even scarier. This Jasper kid had to be seriously brave to want to be alone with her.
"You know, I don't dislike him, I just don't like him. I don't know him." I was grasping at straws. I needed to be in her good books if my master plan was going to work.
"Have you been doing drugs again?" Her wide, piercing blue eyes dug deep into me. She and Emmett got the blue eyes, I didn't. I'd always wanted them. They were that deep, ocean blue. Her's were bluer than his, his had more of a green tint to them but they were, no doubt about it, our father's blue eyes. I had inherited my mother's green ones. Bella's eyes were brown if I remembered correctly. Fuuuuuck. Focus on Alice.
"Of course not. I gave those up." She bit her lip and shook her head slowly. "Look, I'll meet him. We'll go for drinks or something. Honest Al. I'll be more open to him. I'm sorry."
Her face lit up. It was so easy to make Alice happy. Unfortunately it was just as easy to piss her off. It was a delicate balance. "I like that idea! Maybe you could meet someone."
She was seriously pushing this point. "By the way, did you know Jessica Stanley did that Josh guy from the frat? In my bed." She made a face. I was sure I made a similar one. "I stripped the sheets with rubber gloves. I've washed them in hot but I may need to burn them."
"Is Jessica that bad?" I liked the gossip even if I didn't like the crowd. Call me a woman in that respect. Plus, what an opening.
"Not really. She gets around but she's not so bad. A bit annoying but pretty harmless. She's too dumb to be much else. Seriously. It's Josh I'd be worried about. I heard from Bella Swan that he had some sort of sketchy rash. Rumour has it, she left him high and dry when she found out. Not that I'd blame her. I'd leave too. How disgusting."
Bella Swan. Bella Swan. Bella Swan of the bathroom counter, Bella Swan. I almost threw up. She did frat boys. Of course she did. She was Jessica Stanley's roommate. So it was rumoured she didn't hang out at the house. That clearly didn't mean she didn't have sex with them.
"Obviously" Alice continued "that was last year, before he was in the fraternity. Bella seems to have some aversion to the fraternity. I'm sure he's clean now but still...I mean if your roommate tells you that you don't go and sleep with him. How classy." She sounded sarcastic. I breathed a quick sigh of relief, though why I wasn't sure. I wanted to know more about her. Bella Swan wasn't like the other girls, not that I could pin point exactly where she was different but she definitely was.
