By: sweek539

Prompts: jammies, movies, ice

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One Week.

Seven Days.

One hundred and sixty-eight hours.

For ten thousand, and eighty minutes I have been terrified of seeing Edward Cullen's face. Terrified, yet unmistakably eager to feel his presence once again at my side.

For an entire week I had pondered over the change in my life only a mere second had caused. A moment of complete honesty and pure bliss had sent my world into a whirlwind of suffocating worry and emotion.

One moment of forgetting the past and living in the present… of allowing my shield to be erased and just follow my gut instinct. The memory had haunted me every second.

Standing in my doorway, the end of a great tradition between two friends… saying goodnight to Edward after yet another movie night. He paused for just a second, his fingertips resting on my bare skin just a moment too long. I acted without a second thought. My mind went blissfully blank as I rolled onto my toes and placed a feathery kiss to his lips. It seemed to last an eternity. His hand slipped from my shoulder to my lower back, pulling me hesitantly closer as his lips moved against mine.

For two whole minutes I experienced nirvana.

For the five days that followed, I experienced overwhelming doubt. For five, long days I heard not a word from Edward Cullen. Not a text, not a phone call… nothing.

Had I made the biggest mistake of my young life? Had I crossed a line that might have ruined one of the best friendships I'd ever known? The ever-growing silence between us was slowly tearing me apart. Every free moment was spent analyzing my split-second decision.

Finally, on Wednesday, I received a text message from my illusive friend. The three simple words and their ambiguity left me dumbfounded. Nothing was mentioned about the kiss. There was no anger in his words, or even happiness.

It was simple. See you Friday.

So here I sat on Friday evening. Awaiting the unknown in my customary pajamas and a bag of popcorn. Despite the noise of the television, I could clearly hear the ticks of the clock above the stove counting down the seconds to his arrival.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Three gentle raps against my front door rang through the apartment and I jumped from the couch. I threw open the door to see Edward's tall frame propped against the doorsill, the corner of his lips pulled into a lopsided grin. I sighed softly, feeling a great wave of relief in his presence. An entire weeks' worth of worry seemed to slip of my shoulders at the sight of him here, smiling warmly at me.

I watched his face hungrily as his eyes raked my body, taking in my 'new' pajamas. The old, ragged jersey I had stolen from him years ago almost completely hid the soft cotton of my blue shorts, and I saw a glimmer of appreciation in his green eyes. A flush of emotion raced through my veins when he once again met my gaze and licked his lips slowly.

"Hey," he finally whispered, pulling me lazily into a one-armed hug before leading me back into the apartment. "Have a good week?"

I shrugged and made a non-committal groan, afraid that if I tried to speak it would just come out a girly squeak. He chuckled softly in my ear and pulled me into the living room, still nestling me under his arm against his warm chest. My muscles continued to ease under his touch, my mind swimming with the intoxication of his scent.

"I brought a new one tonight."

He held a movie up to my eye level, and I groaned.

"Are you serious, Edward? Not another Angelina movie," I whined, rolling my eyes.

In the past month I had been forced to watch movies starring Angelina Jolie and all her goddess-like goodness. It never did much for the self-esteem to see the picture of perfection on the screen.

"You'll like it," he promised before pushing me towards the couch so he could put the movie in. I mumbled angrily under my breath as I flopped down on the couch. Perfect. How do I seduce a man who's watching Mr. & Mrs. Smith?

The beginning credits had just started rolling when Edward flipped off the lights and sat beside on the couch. There was a moment's hesitation where his deep, green eyes studied my face, his body poised to move if any doubt shone through my features.

I felt a coy smile tug at my lips and I leaned closer to his body. "You okay?" I whispered, placing my hand gently on his own. Please, God, don't let this be weird. Don't let him be freaked out! He continued to stare at me, his eyes a pool of emotions that morphed into each other with every blink.

Finally, after a long moment of silence, Edward smiled at me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I fell into his embrace, resting my head against his hard chest with a sigh.

"Perfect," he replied, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

We fell into a comfortable silence, allowing ourselves to get lost in the world of make-believe once again. My heart pounded against my chest in anticipation. Every inch of my body was crying out for his touch, silently begging him to take his ministrations away from our entwined fingers and move them around my body.

Maybe he doesn't want to. Maybe he's quite content with this 'almost friendly' position, and doesn't want to take things any further.

I stewed over this thought for a long time. Wondered if I would be ok if Edward didn't want to take things between us any further than friendship. Wondered if I could handle things if they went back to normal, as if last weekend never happened. I couldn't find an answer.

Edward's fingers tightened around mine, pulling me from my silent debate just in time to see the passionate scene on the television. I could feel Edward's heart beating against my back as the scene continued, his breaths fanning against my ear in short, shallow bursts.

I watched the screen, but my entire body was focused on Edward's movements below me. The way his stomach rippled against my low back with each breath sent tremors of pleasure down my spine. I shifted unconsciously, pulling my hips back against his body. Just as I was about to close my eyes and enjoy the simple ecstasy of being so close to him, a purely sinuous moan left his lips.

He applied the smallest amount of pressure to my back and I leaned forward, pulling my legs to my side so I could face him. Gentle splotches of red were just barely visible in the glow of the television screen. I watched, confused, as he fumbled forward to grab my glass of pop off the coffee table. He took three great swigs of the brown liquid and pulled an ice cube into his mouth to crunch loudly.

"Edward?" My voice was feeble as self-doubt started to rush through my system.

He didn't meet my gaze for a moment. He chewed the ice loudly, his eyes dancing around the room rapidly. I waited until he had pulled another bit of ice from the cup before I spoke again.

"Edward," I started, pushing myself closer to him and laying a hand nervously on his shoulder. "What's wrong? Please talk to me."

His shoulders moved under my fingertips in a slow, rhythmic motion. His breathing was falling into a more even, controlled pace but I could still feel the tension radiating from his body.

He slowly turned his head to meet my gaze. He let out one slow, deep breath before lifting his hand to my cheek. His fingertips danced across my skin, the pad of his thumb gently caressing my bottom lip. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch.

"Nothing is wrong, love," he whispered. "Absolutely nothing."

I felt him shift closer, pulling my face closer to his own. His hot breath fanned against my lips, the heat of him reaching my mouth a split second before he placed a gentle peck to my lips. He nuzzled his nose softly against mine before kissing me again, letting his lips linger.

"This moment is absolutely perfect."

A gentle moan escaped my lips as I pushed myself forward; pulling his lips to crash against my own once more. A trail of fire swept across my arms and back as he ran his fingers greedily across my body. He pulled me closer, his lips working in perfect unison against me. I pulled my left leg around his waist and settled my bottom against his growing erection.

He groaned loudly, letting his head fall back against the armrest of the couch. We moved together, his hips pushing against mine, his hands greedily kneading the skin of my low back and behind before finally gripping my waist to create the friction he desired. I leaned forward, rolling my hips against him and nipped softly at the bare skin of his neck.

"Jesus," he hissed, his whole body arching off the couch into my touch. "You're fucking killing me, Bella."

He ran his tongue against my flushed skin, the last remaining bit of ice melting against my neck. A cold chill slipped down my spin, making my body rock against his.

I swiveled my hips and gave his hair a forceful tug, eliciting another groan of pleasure from his lips. I could already feel the wetness between my legs. The growing tightness in my stomach escalated with every whimper, every plea that slipped from this beautiful man's lips.

Running my tongue across his skin, I pulled my lips to his ear and gently bit down on the tender flesh. I barely registered the bunching of his muscles under my touch before I was flying across the couch. His body crashed into mine a split second after I hit the cushion.

"You're a tease." His voice was rough, scratchy against my neck. He sucked at my skin, pulling the flesh between his teeth before running a long line from earlobe to collar bone. A shiver of pleasure ripped through my body at the rawness of his voice. In that moment, he was no longer sweet, caring Edward.

He was a man that was consumed with lust and passion. I felt my body quiver as the realization hit me.

I did this to him!

"You know I hate being teased, Bella," he whispered against my breasts as his fingertips pushed the fabric of my jersey up my body. His fingers ghosted back down my stomach, playing softly against my bare skin. My body tingled against his touch, every movement making me shiver in anticipation.

"Do you know what I do to women who tease me, Bella?"

His hand slipped below the elastic of my shorts, gently teasing the soft skin of thighs with his soft touch. I whimpered softly when his knuckle grazed my folds. I felt him smile into my stomach before running his tongue around my belly button. His finger moved slowly towards my core in slow, lazy circles, and I felt like my whole body would burst into flames.

"Do you, Bella?"

My breathing was coming out in sharp gasps as the anticipation neared boiling point. I arched my back against his hand, silently begging him to touch me, to feel what he was doing to me.

"N-No," I stuttered.

His fingertip grazed my clit, sending my body into convulsions at the sweet sensation. He swirled softly against my opening for a moment before slowly pushing his long finger inside me.

"I make them cum even harder."

Sweet mother of God! I ground my teeth together to keep to my scream inside. He moved slowly, his fingertips curling into my body as his thumb made lazy circles against my clit.

"Fuck, Bella, you're so wet. What's got you so turned on?"

He pushed another finger inside me, pulling a guttural moan from my lips. I arched against him, pulling him deeper inside me with each of his gentle movements.

"Tell me, love. Why are you so wet?"

A blissful fog was overpowering my brain. Everything was heightened. The rough texture of his velvet voice. The scratches the stubble of his chin was leaving against my stomach. It was all too much. I was on sensory overload. I could feel the tight ball in my stomach about to explode.

"Y-You, Edward. You've always done this to me," I whispered, my voice feathery light compared to his gravely tone. I bucked my hips against him, unable to hold my instincts at bay anymore. He was breathing heavily against my skin, alternating between soft, teasing licks and rough, forceful bites. I felt my body start to release.

"I'm going to do this to you every night," he said, rubbing his thumb across my clit again. "Every single night from now on I'm going to make you scream, make you cum."

I moaned loudly, his promise of the future pushing me over the edge. Wave after glorious wave of pleasure ripped through my body, and my muscles quivered. Edward continued to move inside me, riding out my orgasm with his sweet motions while placing feathery kisses to my stomach.

After a few blissful moments, Edward moved to my side, bringing his face even with my own. He placed a gentle kiss to my lips then another. I sighed, content for the first time in months. He ran his hand down the length of my arm to find my hand. With interlocked fingers, we both rose from the couch and made our way to the bedroom.

Movie night was officially forgotten.