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


Edward and I were much better after that weekend. I trusted him, he trusted me, and we had fun with each other.

Playoffs began just after midterms. We demolished Seloquin without even sweating. Our next game was against Port Angeles. The word on the street was that they'd improved a lot and they were coming back with a vengeance, especially against Edward. Most of the teams in the league figured out that James was no longer our top dog, Edward was. They were on him like hungry wolves on a piece of meat.

Unfortunately for the Panthers, we had improved as well. The first and second periods passed without anything interesting going on. Jasper and Edward were both playing very well, so the score was five to zero for us. The fans weren't even paying attention anymore.

At the beginning of the third, however, the captain from P.A. slammed Edward into the boards. Edward had been bent over, so his head and neck were crumpled at impact. My stomach fell and my heart jumped. He was just laying there. Edward never did that. He had a very high pain threshold. You knew it was bad when Edward admitted to it being painful.

Esme gripped my arm tightly as she watched her stepson get looked at by Carlisle. After what felt like an eternity, Edward struggled to stand and was led off the ice by Carlisle and Emmett. The captain got kicked out of the game in the process.

Edward's fine, I told myself. He's fine. But I was still sick to my stomach with fear. What if the next time he stepped onto the ice it was worse? He could become paralyzed. He could die.

Edward walked out the locker room and I immediately went down to meet him. I hugged him, hiding my tear-filled eyes. He ran his fingers through my hair and kissed the top of my head.

"I'm okay," he assured me.

"I know," I sighed. "You just scared me."

He smiled half-heartedly as I pulled away from him. He held my hand as we walked to the bleachers and sat down to watch the end of the game.

Edward didn't even bother to stick around to say good game to the guys. He stood up and took me out to the truck as soon as the period ended.

We let the music play while we drove aimlessly around town. My mind conjured all the possible injuries Edward could accumulate if he continued playing hockey. Honestly, it scared me. I was terrified one day I'd get a phone call saying that Edward ended up in the ER.

I tried to keep my panicking to a minimum, but it felt like I was about to become hysterical. I took deep breaths and blinked away the tears as we pulled up to Edward's house.

"No one's here tonight," he told me as he parked the truck. "Parent meeting, and then they'll end up at the bar."

We walked inside hand-in-hand. Edward led me to his room. I rummaged through his drawers while Edward grabbed Tylenol and water. I threw him a pair of shorts and a baggy Superbowl t-shirt. I changed into his Kings of Forks t-shirt and the pair of shorts I left here after I spent the night.

Edward let me undress him while he tried moving his neck without flinching unsuccessfully. I'd kiss whichever body part I was closest to whenever he'd flinch from the pain.

After Edward pulled his clothes on, we both got into bed. I shut off the lamp and let him lean into me. He rested his head on my chest, his arm thrown over my stomach, his legs tangling with mine. It felt like I was taking care of him for the first time since I'd met him. Edward was never weak. He was unbreakable. At least that's what it had seemed like.

"I was scared," he admitted quietly. "At first, I thought I couldn't move. I thought I was done for."

My lips mashed together to hold back the sobs that were burying themselves in my mouth.

"It felt like my skull cracked open," Edward continued quietly. "For a second, I thought there was going to be blood."

I ran my fingers through his hair slowly, trying to relax him.

"But then the pain hit me, and I knew I couldn't be paralyzed. I never felt so relieved to be in so much pain."

"I was so worried," I whispered, the tears still stuck in my throat. "You didn't move for a long time. Esme was the only thing keeping me from jumping over the boards and running to you."

Edward rubbed his hand along my stomach.

"And you're not even close to done," I continued, borderline hysterical. "You still have years left to get injured. Something worse could happen."

"Don't worry about me," Edward murmured. "Please. It's my job to worry about you."

"Just let me take care of you for tonight," I breathed as I caught his lips with mine.

Edward's right hand grasped my hip while my fingers brushed over his jaw. I had to take the reins, because Edward could barely lift his head off the pillow, which was another first for me. Usually I let Edward overpower me so that I didn't feel so pressured. I didn't think I was good at being sexy, so I just let the guys do everything for me. But, it was nice to be in control, to show Edward that I could help him, too.

My first instinct was to just pleasure him. I didn't need anything in return tonight, and I told him that after he came. He wouldn't hear any of that.

"Listen to me," he said, cupping my face in his hands, "if you're willing to take care of me tonight, you're going to have to listen to what I'm saying. I want to be inside of you, Bella."

My determination melted as soon as he whispered those words. Edward's warm hands slipped down my shorts to pull them down and things continued from there. I "took care" of Edward, and still managed to have one of those shakes-you-to-the-core orgasms that only he could provide me with.

We took everything slowly that night. It was the first time anyone had gone slow with me. I wondered if maybe that was what making love was supposed to be like.


Don't know why, but I'm not very comfortable with writing sex scenes anymore. Maybe it's because it's Lent, haha.

Love,
Mary