By: americnxidiot

Prompts: stutter, blindfold, nerd.

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A/N: Happy birthday, Nina!

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My boyfriend was so fucking cute.

I probably should have been focused on my work, given that I had a painfully broad exam in my psychology class the next day, but I couldn't help it. His green eyes were focused on the music theory textbook in his lap, his black framed glasses occasionally sliding down his nose until he pushed them back up again. His t-shirt was slightly wrinkled and his hair was a wreck from fingers running through it (both his and mine), and I just wanted to throw our books to the floor and straddle his skinny legs. So I did.

I wasn't as careless as I was in my fantasies, carefully setting both of our books on the table before shifting on top of him. Those things were expensive, you know? Edward's hands cautiously settled on my hips, and I smiled when his Adam's apple bobbed, reminding me of how nervous he still got around me. Like I said, so fucking cute.

"Hey," I said happily before leaning down to kiss him once.

He lingered against my lips as I pulled away, leaning forward just barely, my shirt bunching under his fingers. "Hey yourself," he replied shakily. His stare moved between my eyes and my mouth, and then he made a tentative move, pressing his mouth to mine and briefly drawing my lip between his. When we parted again, his face was set in a concentrated frown. He was thinking hard about something. I knew from experience that I couldn't push him, so I twisted my fingers through his hair and waited for him to speak.

"Can we..." he started, his palms slightly sweaty against my waist. "D-do you trust me?"

I smiled. "Of course I do."

Edward smiled and let go of me just to remove his glasses. He nudged me off his lap, running his hand from my shoulder to my fingers, and we stood together. He kissed my forehead before leading us down the hallway toward his bedroom. I tried not to skip in my excitement. I loved when he was somewhat in control.

Once we were inside, he walked me to his bed and then went to quietly shut and lock the door. He glanced up at me from the doorway and laughed nervously, his hand that held his glasses smoothing out the back of his hair. He stopped at his desk, setting down his glasses and grabbing some kind of black fabric, before coming back to me. For a moment we just looked at each other. And then he held out the fabric, showing me what it was.

"My scarf?"

Edward gulped again and lifted the scarf to my eyes. I froze when I felt him fold it a few times, wrapping it around my head, and tying it in a knot above my hair-tie. He had never done anything like this before.

Sensing my unease, he quietly asked again, "You trust me, right?"

"Yes." This was a change of pace. The loss of my sight had made me the nervous one, waiting for him to make a move, to show me what it was he wanted.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Bella." I stiffened in the best possible way, my body responding immediately to the uncharacteristic confidence in his voice. There was no stutter, no cautiousness, just honesty. I felt his hand move to my ponytail, gently pulling the scrunchy out and letting my hair fall over my shoulders. "I know I usually have trouble saying this, but it's true. I'm so lucky to have you in my life."

His fingers ran once through my hair before moving down my neck and shoulders. I could feel his warm body in front of me, even more than I usually did when he was this close. "You're smart, funny, and your body is absolutely perfect." His hands drifted from my arms and further down, just barely grazing the sides of my chest before moving to my stomach. "I have dreams about your breasts, your skin, the noises you make when I touch you."

My breathing was embarrassing at this point, and I was kind of afraid that I was going to pass out.

He laughed quietly to himself, dragging his fingers along the tops of my thighs. "It's so hard not to just... attack you, constantly. Everything you do turns me on."

Those were the magic words. I felt around, wrapping my fingers around his t-shirt, and pulled his face to mine. Our noses bumped together because I couldn't see, but he just laughed and appeased me, pressing his lips to mine and letting me pull him closer. He fell on top of me, his kisses becoming more serious as I pushed the scarf off my head.

I really fucking loved this kid.