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


The boys were all ready to rock after the party at James'. I'd never seen them so intense about a game since I'd moved here at the beginning of the season. There was more than first place to win, there were bragging rights, too. The boys took that very seriously.

The first game was in La Push on Friday. Jasper was back in net and the lines were all even so that we had a strong defence and a strong offence. Emmett and Edward were on the same line, James and Mike were on another, and Ben and Tyler were on the other. Everyone was fighting hard on both teams. It was the most nerve-wracking game I'd ever watched in my life. I couldn't even be bothered with my sign; I would have ripped it to shreds. Instead, I twisted my empty water bottle, ripping off the labels and chewing on the cap. I needed to do something to let the stress out of my body, and that was the only reasonable solution.

In the end, we tied three-three. It sucked, but it could have been much worse. At least La Push didn't have a point up on us. The game in Forks would be a clean slate, and playing on home ice was always better than playing an away game.

The boys couldn't, and didn't even feel like, partying on Friday night because the deciding game was on Saturday. They all got their rest and ate a good carb-filled supper with their families. Charlie slaved over tapes of the La Push team and stats from our team. He was stressed out beyond belief. This was a huge moment for him. It wouldn't be world-renown, but Charlie would definitely feel better if he managed to beat Billy Black in the final game of the year.

La Push wasn't showing up to the rink until six-thirty and the game didn't start until seven-thirty. Edward told me, didn't ask, told, that I was coming over to his house at four so he could calm his nerves. He said that he was freaking out and it would do nothing but bad for the team. How could I not go over when he put it like that? This wasn't just Edward we were talking about; this was my dad and my best friends. I wanted them to win this.

So, at three-thirty, I got into Charlie's truck and drove to Edward's, leaving him behind to pull his hair out and drink another pot of coffee.

The house was quiet when I walked in without knocking. Usually something was going on at the Cullen house, whether it be Alice and Edward fighting over the TV remote or Esme chastising Carlisle for eating while she was cooking. It was bizarre.

I walked up the stairs, being extra quiet for some reason. It felt like I was going to disturb some kind of peace if I ran or talked too loudly.

When I got to Edward's room, I opened the door slowly, peeking in. He was flat-out on his bed, staring at the ceiling with nothing but his boxers on. His Underarmour shirt and sweats were laid out on his couch and his hockey stick was propped up against the wall beside his window.

"Hey, babe," I murmured when I closed the door behind me.

Edward looked up, smiling crookedly. "Hey, you came."

"Well, you told me to," I reminded him, sauntering slowly over to his bed.

He sat up and patted his bed. "I need you right now."

I sighed and sat down beside him. He wrapped his arms around my torso before falling back down onto his bed and snuggling his face into my neck and breathing deeply. I tangled my fingers in his hair and kissed the top of his head.

"I'm always here," I whispered.

Edward kissed my neck and then made his way up to my mouth, parting my lips with his tongue and moving his lean body on top of mine. His hands moved underneath my long-sleeved shirt, pulling it up over my stomach, so his fingers could brush underneath my bra. We discarded my shirt quickly, and before I could even think about breathing again, Edward undid the button and zipper on my jeans. I lifted my hips and he removed them quickly.

He continued moving his tongue in my mouth, his hands all over my body, in my hair, on my face. He was everywhere all at once and I could barely comprehend what was going on.

We rolled over so that I was straddling Edward now. I could feel him against my thigh, hard and prominent. I unclasped my bra and kissed Edward slowly as I threw it on the floor. I kissed him all the way down his neck and stomach, and he lifted his hips so I could remove his boxers. He sprang free from the loose confines. I could hear his breathing hitch as I kissed the engorged tip before taking him in my mouth.

Minutes later, I swallowed Edward's cum and was attacked by him. I fell backwards, laughing against his mouth and letting him kiss me everywhere. He got rid of my boy shorts quickly and teased my entrance with his fingers.

"Please, Edward," I gasped.

He kissed me once more before grabbing a condom and rolling it on before pushing himself inside. The fullness overtook my senses and my abdomen started squeezing around him as he thrusted. Edward kissed me as he rocked back and forth, hitting a nice spot deep within me. Soon, my stomach was so tight that I could barely breathe. Edward hit that spot one more time before I clamped down around him, crying out his name and grasping his biceps tightly. He thrust a couple more times before he came within me, groaning and collapsing on me, his body stiff as he rode out his orgasm.

I ran my fingers through his hair again as my heart and breathing started to slow down. He pulled out of me and pulled the covers over our heads. I giggled as he rested his head in between my boobs and closed his eyes, wearing a big, stupid grin.

"Did you get rid of your nerves?" I teased.

"Oh, yeah, they're definitely gone," Edward replied with a chuckle. "How can I not feel like a rock star when I have a hot girlfriend like you that's willing to do stuff like that?"

I rolled my eyes. "You are so goofy, my friend."

"You like it," he sighed.

"I pretend to like it," I corrected him. "I'm really only in it for the sex."

Edward's laugh vibrated against my skin. "I'm not that good."

"Oh! Cocky Edward has finally come down off his high horse?" I asked. "Wow, this is monumental! I wished I would have recorded this."

"Shut up," Edward mumbled, "I'm trying to enjoy this peaceful moment with this girl I love, and you're ruining it."

I laughed quietly, still running my fingers through his hair.

We showered together quickly and I got ready using Alice's stuff. I knew she wouldn't mind. Edward left while I was still applying my make-up, kissing me on the forehead and smacking my ass "for good luck."

When I arrived at the rink shortly after seven, the stands were already packed. Teams that had been knocked out by the Wolves and the Kings came to watch the big final, friends, family, and enemies. Everyone was in our rink, waiting to find out who would win it all.

The first period consisted of figuring out the advancements each team had made. La Push managed to get a goal on Jasper, but it was nothing we couldn't fix in the next period. I was stiff with anxiety the entire time and Esme was swearing like a sailor drunk on whiskey.

Second period was more intense. The Kings pushed harder than they had before, and we tied things up within five minutes. Unfortunately, the Wolves were coming back harder, too. The managed to up us two points before the clock hit ten. The rest of the period was just the Wolves playing with us, letting us think we'd have a chance at the net. We ended the period at three to one, and I was ready to throw up I was so nervous. I wished I could give Edward a kiss to calm him down. I could see how nervous he was out there. All of them were full to the brim with butterflies.

"Well, either way, they're winners in my book," Esme murmured as we walked into the lobby from the stands. "It would just be nice for Edward to end on a good note."

I sighed. "Hopefully Dad's kicking their asses right now for being so nervous. They play so much better when they're sure of themselves."

Esme nodded and took a sip of her coffee.

The third period was so intense that my stomach was in knots. Ben and Edward were on the same line now, and they worked well together. Ben got a breakaway and Edward was right on his tail. They only had one defence man in their end, so it would be no problem for them to get around him and to the Wolves' weak goalie. Ben got the goal and Edward and he celebrated. Maybe this would get them back into the swing of things.

As the period wore on, I became more and more aware of how much time we were losing. Thirteen minutes left…ten minutes left…seven minutes… We needed two goals, and we needed them now. Esme was swearing up a storm.

"Pass the puck, Emmett!" she cried, throwing her hands in the air. "Fuck! All God damn year you've been passing the puck and now you fuck up! What the hell is going on out there, boys? Go blue! Come on, you little shits!"

Edward and Ben came flying on the ice, Edward grabbing the puck and passing it up to Ben before flying down the ice. Ben passed it back to him, Edward gave a mean wrist shot, and… He scored! We were tied with only six minutes left in the period!

La Push turned on the defence and we kept pushing offence. Charlie wanted this series to be done with tonight, in our rink, in our town. Three minutes left and we were fighting to get the puck close to the net. James was out on the ice. He checked someone hard, and pushed the puck out front before the kid he hit had time to react. Edward got a hold of the puck and tried tipping it in the net, but Jacob was standing beside him and he nailed Edward.

The ref called interference. Jacob was pissed. He was yelling at the ref for some unknown reason. The ref gave him an unsportsmanlike penalty as well. The main competition was out for the rest of the game. Luck was on our side tonight.

One minute left and we were still tied. The crowd started to count down the seconds. Edward grabbed the puck at the blue line and nailed it at the goalie, there was a rebound and Ben was standing in the right place at the right time. He tipped it in for our fourth goal. I jumped up and screamed, tears blurring my vision as the rest of the crowd erupted in cheers.

Edward jumped on Ben, pumping his fist in the air. There were only thirty seconds left. Charlie put out the defence and we ran the clock, hitting bodies left, right, and centre. We the buzzer rang, Esme and I hugged, cheering as loudly as we could for our boys.

The guys out on the ice were in a circle, hitting each other on the helmets and screaming at the tops of their lungs. Jacob slammed his hockey stick against the plexi-glass. The Wolves were hurting, and it felt amazing to be on the other side.

"Congratulations to the 2009 AAA Champions, the Kings of Forks!" the announcer yelled in the mike.

The crowd roared as the teams shook hands. Pictures were taken, the plaque was kissed by everyone, and Emmett and Mike lifted Charlie into the air and carried him off the ice. I ran down to meet them at the exit to their changing room. When Edward came off the ice, I grabbed him around the waist – he gained another six inches from his skates – and he leaned down to kiss me hard on the lips.

"Congratulations, rock star!" I exclaimed. "You were excellent!"

"Thanks, babe," he replied, grinning from ear-to-ear. "I'll meet you upstairs, okay?"

I nodded and kissed him one more time.

Nothing could possibly beat this day. This was the best day of our lives.


One more chapter and an epi. Probably post both of those on Wednesday, I hope. I should post one tomorrow, but I'm going to Hedley for free! Yeeeah!

Love,
Mary