Wood Texts/Outtake

By: algonquinrt

Prompts: naughty, buttsex, bite

A/N: All Twilightish things belong to Stephenie Meyer, natch. Although I don't think she'd claim anything in this hot mess.

Happy Fucking Birthday Ninapolitan! Just for you, some dirty text messages Big Daddy C and Edward exchange between Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 of Wood. The things I'll write for you...

Thanks to MsKathy for letting me know when I didn't let Carlisle get dirty enough. Hopefully, it's fixed now.

CC to EM: Thinking about Monday already, and
counting the hours.

EM to CC: Me too.

We have some unfinished business to attend to.

Sorry about that.

No worries. I have plans for you.

Oh?

Is Alice asleep?

I think so.

Thinking of you right now and how we need to
finish what we started the other night. What are you
doing?

Uh...

You aren't by any chance touching yourself and
thinking of me, are you?

Well...

Fuck, that's hot Edward. Talk to me.

You mean text to you.

Same thing.

I feel like an ass.

Mine, I hope.

Jesus Christ Carlisle!

Just being honest here.

I get that. I guess I'm not used to this much...
honesty

So tell me what you want to do on Monday.

Besides me?

Aha, the boy catches on quickly.

I'm assuming there will be dinner?

Yes, I'll buy you dinner first. ;)

Well, then, like any good date, I know I'm
supposed to put out after a gentleman
buys me a meal.

What if I don't think I'll be much of a gentleman?

Even better?

Now we're talking. So when you say put out...

I hope like hell you get me alone
somewhere and fuck the hell out of me.

SHIT! Where did that come from, dirty-talking boy?

I'd say my mouth, but we're texting,
so I'll say the fingers I can't wait to get
all over your cock?

God, I can't wait to be inside you.

Fuck, yes. I can just imagine you
fucking me... biting my shoulder as you come...

Fuck me...

I'd rather you fuck me.

All in good time. I'm imagining how fucking hot
you'll be when I do...

Just thinking about it is killing me. If I didn't think
Alice would wake up...

What?

I'd have you walk across the street right now.

Where are you?

My room.

Come to the front window. You know, where you
work.

So your show the other day was for me?

Did it work?

Fuck, I was so hard I had to bend over.

That I would have liked to see.

All I could think was how much I wanted to
lick that water right off you...

I'm dying to know what your mouth is going to
feel like all over me.

You are killing me here.

Not as much as you are me, pretty boy. I'm the one
with the vision of how you look as you come.

OMG, your mouth...

I can't fucking wait to do that again without the threat of
kids walking into the yard.

No way I'd stop you.

I wonder if you'd have stopped me if I'd turned you
around and fucked the hell out of you on your daughter's
swing set.

You want me to beg?

*groan* Now the thought of you fucking bent over for me...
begging...

I'm this close to begging you right now.
I don't want to wait for dinner.

Are you as hard as I am right now
thinking about tomorrow night?

I'm pretty fucking hard thinking about
you fucking me, if that's what you're asking.

Are you still touching yourself?

Is the Pope Catholic?

Fuck. Yes. I need...

Yeah. Me too. I'll never sleep like this.

I love knowing you are going to be touching
yourself thinking of me, Edward. Wish I could hear
you.

Same goes, Carlisle. But the kids...
I'll see you tomorrow?

You'll see me in your dreams first.

Ha. Yeah. See you when you pick me up.

If we even make it to dinner.
Good night, Edward.

Goodnight.