The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt:
Willing
Pen name: ladyinblue6
Pairing: Canon and non-canon
Rating: M

Part two of the big moment. (: Enjoy.



Maybe it wasn't a good idea to leave with Edward. Maybe it wasn't smart to allow him to drink and drive. Then again, I never claimed to be smart.

Edward ripped out of the parking lot and onto the highway. I had no idea where we were going, but I didn't really care.

I reached into the back and grabbed two beer out of the case for Edward and I. We sang along to all of the songs that blared in the truck speakers as Edward continued down random back roads.

Finally, he pulled over and finished his beer. I took my last gulp and threw my bottle out the window before moving over to the middle seat and lacing my fingers in his tousled hair. I smirked before I let our lips meet. Edward's hands covered my hips, pulling me into his lap. I adjusted myself so I was straddling him in the driver's seat.

Music continued playing in the background while we made out for God only knows how long. My head was spinning from the alcohol and the lack of oxygen. One of Edward's hands left my body to lean the seat back with a jolt. We both laughed in between kisses before it was too much for me to handle. I laid my forehead against his collarbone and giggled uncontrollably. I could feel Edward's chest vibrating with laughter as his hands swept over my back.

I looked up at Edward through my lashes, my laughter still caught in my throat. The truck was spinning around us as my hands glided down his front and under his t-shirt. His breathing hitched as my icy fingers lapped greedily over his muscular abdomen. His hands moved slowly down my back and under my shirt. I sat up and pulled the tight green shirt over my head. Edward's eyes darkened as they raked over my mostly naked torso.

Our lips met in the middle, connecting briefly and frequently as I pushed Edward's shirt up over his skin. We broke apart when he removed his shirt altogether. My flats slipped off my feet as Edward undid my belt and then the button and zipper of my jeans, pushing his hands down the back of my jeans to feel my bare ass. He groaned against my lips and I felt him harden against my inner thigh. Clearly I was doing something right.

In a rush, we abandoned our jeans and threw them onto the passenger's seat. Edward's hands were cupping my ass while we made out now. My hips moved on their own accord, requiring some kind of friction.

I'd never felt so needy in this kind of situation. With Sam, it was more of a chore. With Edward, it was like if I didn't get thoroughly fucked soon, I'd spontaneously combust. I wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Edward's hands left my ass to unclasp my bra. I got rid of the piece of clothing and pressed my body against his, still a little embarrassed to be revealing my body.

Edward didn't seem to notice. He continued removing our remaining clothing. He got rid of my thong quickly by accidentally tugging too hard.

"Fuck," he cursed, holding up the underwear. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to Rose," I murmured against his lips.

"Hell no," he breathed before kissing me and pulling away. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I nodded and Edward opened the centre console to get a condom. We both got rid of the last barrier and Edward quickly rolled on the condom. I lifted my hips and Edward guided me onto him. It was a slow, slightly uncomfortable process. I hadn't had sex in six months and Edward felt quite a bit bigger than Sam.

When I was fully seated, Edward gripped my hips tightly. It probably wasn't very comfortable for him either.

"You're so fucking tight," he gasped. "You're not a virgin, are you?"

I shook my head with my eyes closed before biting my lip and moving slightly.

"Fuck," Edward hissed, his grip tightening.

I sat up so that only the tip was still in before sliding slowly back down. I adjusted quickly to his size, the pleasure hitting me like a wrecking ball.

We both started panting as my pace quickened slightly. The friction was too much. I was already on edge. Edward's hips started lifting off the seat, hitting a spot so deep within me, I hadn't realized it existed.

Hitting that spot twice in a row was too much for me. The coil in the pit of my stomach released and my orgasm hit me hard and fast. Edward's hips thrusted a couple more times while I clamped around him before he grunted and came.

I lifted myself off his now limp dick and moved over to the passenger's seat, trying to catch my breath. Edward handed me my clothes and began putting his on. I hadn't realized how cold the vehicle was until we stopped touching each other.

After we were both dressed and had our breath back, Edward leaned over and kissed me. It was a sweet kiss, not one overpowered with lust.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed.

My cheeks warmed. "Thank you."

He smiled and kissed me once more before starting the truck and taking us home.

The next day, I woke up with a headache and achy bones and muscles. I didn't really remember what time I got home at. Shit, I didn't even remember how I got home. I looked at my alarm clock. It was already two in the afternoon. I grabbed the water I must have put on my night table before I went to bed and chugged it before standing up and stumbling to the bathroom to brush my fuzzy teeth. I hopped in the shower immediately after, feeling a million times better as the hot water fell on my bare skin.

My memory became less foggy as I sobered up.

"Fuck," I groaned. I remembered making out with Edward on the dance floor practically all night. "Shit, shit, shit." Things were just starting to get okay between us. We were starting to act like friends instead of enemies. Now things were going to be awkward. How could I go and wreck the dynamics of our group like that?

I leaned my head against the wall and tried to remember what else happened. I polkaed with Jasper. I drank with the hockey team. And then I...left with Edward in the Panty Dropper and then we...

Mother of mayhem. I fucked Edward Cullen, simultaneously fucking my life. Not that Edward wasn't good looking or, from what I could remember, a great lay, but honestly. How could I be so stupid?

Would I be considered the new puck? Was I Edward's newest conquest? Would I be the new rumour around town?

I knew better than anyone else that you didn't bang a hockey player unless you were dating him. When a guy hangs out with twenty other equally horny assholes, there's bound to be bragging rights. Was I on some kind of list? Would Edward get some kind of prize for nailing me first? I was absolutely sick to my stomach.

Unfortunately, I couldn't remember details. I remembered pulling over and getting down to business before having the best orgasm of my life. By that time, I was probably so drunk from the adrenaline and alcohol combined that I was blind.

Soon enough, more than just the water from the shower was running down my cheeks. I felt disgusting, like no amount of showering would ever make me clean again. I would be a disgrace to Charlie. I wouldn't even be able to look at him in the face today.

With a sniffle, I shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. I scrubbed my head clean with a towel and then wrapped it around my torso and padded back to my room, closing the door behind me.

I made myself stop crying before I got dressed. I pulled on some gym shorts and an old t-shirt of Charlie's. I crawled back into bed and fell asleep immediately.

There was a knock at my door. I looked at my clock. It was 4:30.

"Who is it?" I asked in a small voice.

"It's your dad."

"Come in," I told him.

Charlie entered the room with a smile. "So, you're still feeling a little rough from last night?"

I nodded with a sigh. "I'm mostly just tired."

"You didn't get home until after four, so that might be why."

I tried to act like I knew I didn't get home until four in the freaking morning, but I'm sure Charlie saw through me.

"Edward phoned," Charlie said. "He sounded kind of frantic. You should call him back."

"I'll text him," I mumbled, my voice cracking with emotion.

"Okay," Charlie sighed "I'm making some KD for supper if you want to come down to eat."

"Maybe."

Charlie closed the door behind him. I grabbed my phone off the charger. I had two missed calls and three texts from Edward since noon. I dismissed the calls and looked at the texts.

"Bella, we need 2 talk."

"Plz answer me."

"Plz, bella. I need 2 talk 2 u."

"What do u want?" I asked him.

His answer was immediate. "Can i call u?"

"Sure."

In My Head by Jason Derulo started playing.

"Hello?" I answered in a tired voice.

"Bella," Edward breathed. "We need to talk."

"Obviously."

"Can I come over?"

"I guess so," I replied.

"Alright, I'll be over in five."

I hung up my phone and pulled the covers over my head. Soon enough, Edward was walking up the stairs and knocking on my door.

"Come in," I groaned, my face still under the covers. I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep my emotions under control.

"Hi, Bella," Edward greeted awkwardly.

"Hi," I answered.

"Can you look at me please?" Edward requested.

I flipped the covers off of my face and searched for Edward. He hadn't even taken a step into my room. He wasn't his usual self. The last time he'd been in my room, he crawled into bed with me.

"You better close the door," I told him.

Edward only stepped far enough inside to close the door.

"Sit down," I commanded, pointing at the rocking chair in the corner of my room.

Edward sat down.

"Bella, I just wanted to apologize for last night," Edward blurted. "I don't usually do stuff like that."

"You and me both," I muttered. "So does everyone know already?"

Edward scowled at me. "What do you mean?"

"Did you brag about your latest conquest to the team?" I asked, my voice completely emotionless.

He was still scowling. "You weren't a conquest, Bella. No one knows what happened last night except for you and me, although I'm sure people assumed the right thing." He paused. "I really like you, Bella."

"Edward, how could you possibly like me?" I asked him exasperatedly. "We hated each other up until a month ago."

"Bella, I never hated you," Edward disagreed. "That's my way of showing girls I like them, I guess. I've liked you since that first tryout night."

I was choked. This was that rare, beautiful side of Edward that I could easily fall in love with.

Edward got up and sat on my bed and grasped my hands, forcing me to look into his eyes. "Listen, last night was one of the best nights of my life, but not because we had sex. You finally let me in, Bella. You can't deny the fact that you've been attached to me since the beginning either."

"What does this mean?" I whispered.

"Do you want to be together for now?" Edward asked earnestly. "We can try it out for a while, see if we could handle dating each other or not."

I nodded, biting my lip so the tears wouldn't fall over.

Edward hugged me tightly. If Edward acted like this more often, I could see us being together for a very long time.


Aw, how sweet.

Love,
Mary