By: Yogagal

Prompts: envelope, lick, lips

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A/N: So... I'm a total lurker when it comes to twific. I have read, favorited and commented on so many of the wonderful stories here, but have yet to write my own (I tend to stick SVM ff). But...for somebody like Nina, I felt more than encouraged to crawl out of my shell and dip my toe into the huge sea that is Twilight fanfic. Nina is such an asset to this fandom that I am proud to pop my twific cherry for her. Happy, Happy Birthday Nina! Xoxo

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"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear..."

As the off key singing trailed off, I rolled my eyes, cringing on behalf of the birthday girl. After all, who actually enjoyed being serenaded to by a bunch of underpaid teens wearing polyester while eating off the $9.99 menu? I sure as hell didn't, and I would bet money on the fact that the girl currently sitting a few tables away and absolutely beet red, felt the same way.

I craned my neck, looking for the bitch of a waitress who had been avoiding me for the past ten minutes. I needed a refill on my iced tea, dammit. My mouth was dry and my lips were parched. I attempted to swallow and it felt like sandpaper had scratched up the sensitive lining of my throat. I had at least three paper cuts on my left hand, and my right hand was already beginning to cramp and had a slightly clawed look to it.

Damn Alice.

When she had asked me to be her maid of honor, of course I said yes. Alice was my best friend; I was beyond excited that she was going to get married, and I actually happened to like her fiancé, Jasper. However, that did not mean that I had to be excited about sitting in the back of a TGIFridays in the middle of the week, licking, stuffing, and addressing envelopes for their save- the- date cards.

Alice had promised me that Jasper's cousin, Edward, would meet me here and help me tackle this mountain of paper, but unless he was the man in his forties, sitting in the corner who looked suspiciously like he had a glass eye, then I was pretty certain I had been stood up. I bent my head, grabbing some more nauseatingly cute, brightly decorated papers and shoved them into the envelopes in front of me. After a while, a flurry of movement caught my eye, and I looked up to see somebody slide into the seat across from me.

"Bella?" asked a strong, masculine voice.

I was stunned into momentary speechlessness as I took in the messy bronze hair, a strong jaw with sex-stubble scattered across it, full, pouty, ruby lips, and a set of emerald green eyes that were staring directly at me. I realized he was waiting for me to speak.

I managed to croak out a barely audible, "Yes?" as I continued to drink him in.

His beautiful lips cracked a smile, and he thrust a hand out at me. "Edward Cullen, Jasper's cousin. I'm so sorry I'm late. I don't really know the area that well, and I took a wrong turn over by the Home Depot and…"

I waved him off and smiled, letting him know that it was fine.

"I'm actually almost all done," I said, pointing to the traitorous envelopes, my throat cracking, desperate for something to lubricate it.

Edward ran his long, slender fingers through his hair, causing it to fly in half a dozen directions. "Again, I'm really sorry. Let me make it up to you. I can pay for lunch."

I smiled at his sweet gesture and nodded, not wanting to sound like some ten pack a day smoker with my dry throat.

Grabbing the stacks of envelopes, I attempted to neaten up the table as Edward reached into the messenger bag he was carrying with him. He pulled out a bottle of water, still cold from the fridge, the condensation sweating down the outside of the plastic. I licked my lips at the sight, feeling how chapped they were. Edward looked up, caught me licking my lips while blatantly staring at him, and cocked an eyebrow. I immediately blushed, turning a bright shade of red.

"Something I can help you with?" he smirked, cracking open the bottle cap and tipping the water to his lips.

"Ughnmphth…" I mumbled incoherently, eyeing him as if he was an oasis in the desert.

His took a long, languid sip, and I noticed that a few drips of water slid past his lips, dripping down his chin and onto his shirt. Maybe I could just lean over and lick his mouth, sucking in the moisture for myself. As he continued to guzzle the water I leaned forward, as if pulled to him by the power of H, two and ohhhh… I could see the trail of water as it glided down his throat, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. He brought his arm up to his mouth and swiped at his lips, drying away any traces of liquid.

"I…I…I need…" I tried to eke out.

"You need what Bella?" Edward asked, his eyes dancing despite the artificial lighting in our booth.

"I need…" I spat out, leaning towards him. He met me half way, and suddenly I wondered where this was headed. Edward's mouth parted and his wet tongue swept across his full, cherry lips, causing them to glisten and sparkle with moisture. We were now mere inches apart, and I could feel his hot breathe on my face. I was close, so close to darting my tongue out and capturing a rogue droplet of water.

As I shut my eyes to close the distance between us I heard a loud thunk and immediately looked up to see a tall, chilled glass of iced tea had been placed on the table. My waitress was standing there, here hand on her hip and a haughty look on her face.

"There ya go," she said, snapping her gum, making her look like she belonged out in a pasture.

"Thanks," I said then greedily gulped down the drink in front of me. After finishing the tea in less than ten seconds, I plucked out an ice cube, sucking it for all it was worth. When I finally had the sense to look up, I saw Edward chuckling to himself.

"Thirsty?" he asked, unable to conceal his amusement.

"You have no idea."