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storyline - Sultry

prompt- dread

I'm being dramatic, I know, so I ignore the cold trickles of dread fluttering around my gut and focus instead on what a pretty morning it is, on how much I like the song on the radio. In a couple of minutes we'll pull in to Lois the Pie Queen's where my father is likely already holding a table, waiting for us to arrive.

"I'm looking forward to meeting your dad," Edward says, glancing at me.

"Oh, really?" I doubt this is true, but it's sweet of him to try.

He laughs. "I'm one of the good guys, Bella. You have absolutely nothing to worry about."

And just like that, the tension in my body dissolves. He's right. He's everything I told my father and more. Suddenly I can't wait to show him off.

Like most Sundays, it is hard to find parking when we get to Lois the Pie Queen's, and we end up having to park a couple blocks down. We pass my father's car on the way in. From the outside, the older, red building isn't much to look at but the inside is bright and welcoming, and it smells amazing. I spy my father sitting at a corner table.

He puts his paper down when he sees us.

"Hey, Daddy."

I bend to hug him, but he stands up instead, squeezing me tight. "Hi, Bells."

"This is Edward. Edward, this is my Dad, Charlie."

They shake hands. "Hi, Mr. Swan. It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, son. Bella's been talking about you, so I'm glad you could join us today."

Edward grins at me as we sit down.

Turns out, he was right –he and Charlie hit it off quite well, chatting about sports, jobs in the city and even a bit of politics. If my father has any reservations about Edward's family or the way we met, he's doing a good job of hiding it.

Breakfast is a mellow affair, the way it usually is when it's me and my dad, only now we have Edward. I'm warm-happy in my deepest parts, grateful for the fellowship of people I care for. Before I know it, the plates are cleared and we've ordered pie to go. I order two pieces of sweet potato – I intend on making Edward have some later, and Charlie encourages Edward to try his favorite, lemon icebox pie.

Something tells me he'll like it.

It starts off the way it always does, little kisses deepening into long, slow ones.

Edward pulls me on to his lap, my knees on either side of his thighs. We're closer this way, our entire bodies pressing instead of just our mouths. He's the sweetest kisser. I love being this way with him. It's hot, but it's also really romantic, making me equal parts horny and swoony. His hair is soft and I tell him so, describing the colors to him, explaining how I love it in the sun. He smiles, humoring me, listening until he's not, and then he's shutting me up with his mouth, kissing away my rambling.

His hands smooth over my hips and down to my behind, where he squeezes. I smile in to the kiss, breaking contact.

He smiles too, now sliding his hands down the back of my jeans and cupping my butt that way, skin on skin.

"Bold boy," I whisper, leaning forward and biting his ear.

He nudges me away and kisses my neck, sucking and licking. He's making me wet.

"Edward," I half moan, pushing away with great effort.

His eyes are drowsy with arousal. He watches me, licking his bottom lip.

"I want you right now." I rock against him, letting him know.

He cocks his head. "Just right now or in general?"

"Right now and in general."

He stands up, taking me with him, and carries me down the hall.

I've only been in here once before, and that was when I was being given the tour. Most of our time has been spent outdoors, in restaurants, or at my place.

Or lately, on Edward's couch, where we can be sexual without having sex.

Edward's bed is messy; he has even more pillows than I do. It's comfortable though, and huge, with expensive down comforters and high thread count sheets. We all have our thing: mine is pricey coffee, his is exceptional linens. And I'm thankful for it now, because even though I'd be happy to make out with Edward anywhere, it's especially nice in this cushy cloud of a bed.

Until this moment, we have done nothing more than kiss. But now we tangle together in new ways, lips and tongues, arms and legs. He peels my jeans off and tosses them aside. I hear them land with a little smack on the hardwood floor. Then he reaches between my thighs and touches me, tickling his fingers past my panties and inside. It's been a long time since anybody touched me like that and I come quickly, panting in to his mouth.

"Let me love you, Bella," he whispers.

thanks for the love, you guys. 3 and twiggalina, this chapter (at least the first half) is for you. ;)