A/N: Hey, all! Hope that wasn't too long of a wait. My co-author and I are doing the best we can to get these updates out to you as soon as possible, but with RL and whatnot, it's a bitch.
I want to thank my co-author, celesticbliss, for being awesome – I love working on this with you. Second, I'd like to thank all the readers and reviewers who are keeping up with this story. And lastly, thanks to QuantumFizzx for betaing this chapter!
Enough from me. Enjoy!
"When you came in, the air went out
And all those shadows there filled up with doubt
I don't know who you think you are
But before the night is through
I wanna do bad things with you
I don't know what you've done to me
But I know this much is true
I wanna do bad things with you
I wanna do real bad things with you"
-Jace Everett: Bad Things
b.p.o.v
I woke up, trying to figure out why my blanket seemed to me smothering me. All I knew was that I was warm. Really warm. Just as I tried to kick the intertwined, borderline-strangling blanket away, I realized it was breathing.
Edward.
The previous night flashed through my mind. My asking Edward to come over in the middle of the night, followed closely by me shutting him down, yet again. The thought had me groaning and covering my crimson cheeks. I mean, not that he didn't enjoy the third base progression we did wind up doing, but hell. Could I lead the man on any more?
I cautiously peeled my fingers from my eyes and snuck a glance at the man sleeping next to me. He looked peaceful, and pretty much amazing in the orange hued light caused by the rising sun. A smattering of stubble covered his chin, and I had to hone in my will power not to reach out and touch it, to feel the short, rough hairs graze my skin…
Ugh, why had I stopped him?
Oh, right. I chickened out. Again.
I had been so concentrated on showing him I wasn't the elevator hussy I seemed to be on the day we met. I had done what I did, just to prove to him I was better than that, but after everything, he probably thought I was exactly that – a hussy. I was ridiculously confused, trying to get a handle on my feelings and what I should do, but when I felt Edward's arm tighten around my waist as if he were reading my mind, I couldn't think of a single reason to ever say no to him.
I leaned back and gave in to the yearning to touch the soft stubble. I slowly moved down to his neck, his collarbone, his subtly sculpted chest and stomach. When I heard his quiet moan, I took that as a green light and replaced my fingers with my lips.
I inched back up, laying gentle kisses along my trail. Ending on his neck, I took my time and alternated between licks and nibbles, slowly waking him up.
"Hmm…morning beautiful," he croaked out with an incredibly sexy morning voice, "what time is it?"
"Far too early to be awake," I replied, dragging my lips up to his prominent jawline.
He hummed again, and I felt his jaw shift into a smile. I continued my assault until I found his earlobe and took it between my teeth. With another groan, Edward's hands gripped my waist and pulled me on top of him.
"I think I could get used to a wake-up call like this," he said, pressing his already hard crotch into me.
"On second thought," I whispered into his ear, "maybe we should wait until we're both more awake. I don't want to take advantage of you in such a condition." Smiling, I pretended to lift my leg and make my way back to my side of the bed.
"Oh, I don't think so." Edward growled and spun me over so he was hovering on top, my legs parted by his waist. His lips made their own trail, then, starting at my temple and pausing at my ear.
"Bella…tell me to stop, now, or I don't think I'll be able to," he said in a rough voice, continuing down to suck and nip at the dip of my shoulder. My breathing changed with his admission, and with the realization his hands were slowly drifting toward my hips.
This was going to happen. Now.
"Don't you dare," I said decidedly, emphasizing my words with a hook of my leg around him. I pulled his hardness against the thin layer of my boy shorts covering me, and he hissed, letting his fingers graze the seam, centimeters from my clit. I bucked against him, silently begging him to keep going.
Either answering my pleas or in pure anticipation, Edward dipped his hand lower to meet my wet center. His other hand pulled at the collar of my shirt, far enough that it fell down my shoulder, revealing my breast. He blew a soft breath over the receptive skin, causing my nipple to harden for him before he took it into his warm mouth.
"Oh my…fuck," I breathed, arching my back into him. "That feels fucking….good, Edward."
I felt his teeth, then, biting on my nipple, sucking ever so softly, making me cry out from how damn amazing it was.
"I love that dirty fucking mouth of yours, Bella. Have I told you that?" he asked, releasing me from his mouth long enough to blow another spine-tingling breath across my wet skin.
"I'm kind of fond of yours at the moment, too," I replied. I closed my eyes and nibbled on my bottom lip, attempting to contain my body's reactions as those magic lips of his danced across my torso, placing strategic kisses all the way down to meet his fingers that had yet to stop massaging my clit.
And when his mouth met the dip of my hip bone, he gathered my underwear in his hands, peeling them down at an agonizing pace
This man knew exactly what to do to make me writhe.
"Now who's not playing nice?" I asked, kicking the flimsy material off the edge of the bed.
"I think I owe you a little payback, don't you?" Edward spoke with a crooked smile that was sexy beyond all words, and lowered himself back down to me. Before I had a chance to think about his implications, I felt his warm, wet tongue run the length of my pussy, stopping at my clit while his bottom teeth followed closely behind.
"Fuck!" I screamed out, planting my hands in his hair and gripping tight. His tongue circled the sensitive bud, causing me to drip in arousal with every pass. One of his hands grasped my thigh, pulling me in closer to him, while the other was placed firmly at the bottom of my stomach.
Feeling my orgasm approaching fast, I arched my back and sat up, tugging on his hair so he would look up at me.
"Please…I-I can't wait anymore," I punctuated my needy request with an assault on his mouth. He returned the fevered kiss and guided me back onto the pillows. I could taste myself on his lips. Any thoughts on morning breath were clearly out the window at this point.
I reached down, pulling at his briefs as best I could without breaking contact at our mouths. He finished the job and broke away from me long enough to look into my eyes for any signs of rejection.
How was I able to resist this before? As I let my fingers fall down his stomach, I nodded toward the bedside table where I kept condoms. If that wasn't enough reassurance for him, I don't know what could be.
Leaning over, Edward aimlessly reached toward the table, looking for the handle to the drawer. In his mindless attempts, my lamp fell to the ground as well as my small clock. I giggled and covered my mouth quickly when he shot me a playful glare.
Finally, he returned to me with the fluorescent packet in between his fingers. He leaned back onto his heels and sheathed himself.
This was it. No turning back now.
I took my bottom lip between my teeth when Edward looked me up and down, and felt the heat on my skin as my entire body flushed under such a hooded gaze. I reached up and cupped the back of his neck, guiding him down until he was on top of me. His hand dropped between us, to align himself, and there was no tease or torment this time. He thrust into me, hard and fast; inaudible words and gasps fell from our lips simultaneously.
Rocking his hips, Edward filled me completely. I had known he was well-endowed from last night; hell…I had been able to tell in the elevator, but damn. Every ex-boyfriend was suddenly nameless.
"Fuck, Edward," I gasped into his ear, "that feels so…"
"Fucking amazing," he finished for me. "You're so fucking tight, Bella."
I wasn't going to last long. With each persistent push, every guttural groan from his mouth, my body ignited further under his. The ember that had sparked in the pit of my stomach had travelled through to my fingertips and circled back. Edward's mouth was busy at work marking my neck while one hand was firm at my hip and the other held up his weight.
"I'm close," I panted, "don't stop."
He groaned against my neck and pushed harder, faster.
"Come for me, Bella."
My orgasm overtook me abruptly; my body shook and my back arched. Edward's arm slid under me, across my lower back, and he hooked me to him and swapped our positions.
I was then straddling him, riding out the remainder of my orgasm. Throwing my hair to one side, I leaned down and kissed him passionately. The shakiness, the tension rolling from his muscles down to his fingers on my hips, was a sign he was close.
And was also a sign I'd probably be waking up with bruises.
I rocked my hips into him quickly, pivoting a deep groan from him every time, holding myself up with my hands on his chest. When he hit that especially delicious spot inside me, I threw my head back, and he yelled out, "Oh, shit…fuc-yes!" gripping onto me even harder and guiding my motions.
I slowed my hips, letting Edward carry out the rest of his orgasm. His handsome face was contorted in pure bliss, and if I thought he had looked good earlier, it was nothing compared to his face post-morning-fuck.
Because when he finally looked at me with his sexy, half-mouthed smile, I became undone.
I lay down on his chest afterward with him still very much inside of me.
"I-I don't know what to say…" he started.
"Oh God, I'm sorry, was it too much?" I freaked out a little, moving to get up. A strong arm held me in my place while the chest I was using as a pillow moved up and down in laughter.
"God no," he laughed, "I was just trying to figure out a way to ask you to move in with me and become my permanent alarm clock."
I smiled and nuzzled into him further.
"Alarm clock? Who says it's time to get up?" I yawned and closed my eyes.
…
A few hours later, I woke up again. The orange hue was now gone and my room was brightly lit. Grumbling, I stretched out to find the space next to me still warm, but empty.
Oh God, tell me he didn't ditch.
Wrapping the sheet around my torso, I got out of bed and pulled back the curtain separating my room from the living room. I was met with a crooked grin and a lifted eyebrow. Looking down, I saw that I had to have looked like the most frumpy, sex-haired, Greek goddess wannabe.
I made a mental note to myself never to try and pull off a toga again.
"I thought you left," I said, pulling the sheet tighter. In answer, Edward lifted the coffee mug in his hand up in salute.
"Hope you don't mind," he spoke with the grin still pulling at his lips, "I dug around in your cupboards a bit to find the grinds."
He set the cup on the counter and walked toward me. Clad in only his basketball style shorts he wore over the night before, I had to mentally coach myself not to drool. Even his bed-hair was adorable.
"I don't mind at all. I'm just glad you are still here," I said with a smile.
"Miss the chance of an encore performance? I don't think so." Edward gathered me in his arms and carried me back through the curtain.
I squealed when I was thrown to the bed, the sheet opening upon impact. I propped myself up on my elbows, unknowingly presenting myself like some sort of kinky offering to him, because in one second, his eyes changed.
"Has anyone ever told you that you look amazing when you first wake up?"
The crooked grin left with his playful stare. I was now looking back at pure, unaltered lust. The intense emotion in his eyes had me pulling my bottom lip between my teeth and caused my breathing to turn shallow.
"I want you again, Bella." The seriousness and need in his voice was so overwhelming, all I could do was nod.
He silently went into the drawer and grabbed a condom.
No teasing, no foreplay. Although, the look he gave me alone was better than any form of foreplay with previous boyfriends.
He was inside of me in one thrust. Gathering me in his arms and sitting me on his lap, guiding my hips. We were fast and rough. Never slowing down until we'd both come explosively.
…
"I'll be just a few more minutes!" I yelled out at the pounding door.
"I don't mean to bother you, but…there's someone here!" Edward's muffled voice yelled back.
"What do you mean? Someone's knocking?" I asked, rinsing the conditioner from my hair and trying to finish shaving quickly.
"Well they were knocking, and then they just came in. A tiny little thing and a bitchy blonde!"
I had turned off the water mid-sentence, so Edward's increased volume just sounded funny.
"I wouldn't be such a bitch if you would just leave!" I heard Rosalie's voice snap back.
What the fuck?
Alice snorted and I heard Edward coughing over a laugh.
"Oh leave him alone, Rose, I'm sure if Belle wanted him out then she'd have kicked him out herself."
I groaned at Alice's Disney-style nickname for me. They used it when they wanted to embarrass me. Alice compared me to her when we first met and saw the insane amount of books I'd been trying to find a spot for.
"Maybe not, maybe he's a stalkerish freak that just won't leave," Rose replied.
"Bella…" I heard Edward's strained voice call through the door again.
If I hadn't scared Edward away so far, my insane neighbors were certainly trying to finish the job for me.
"I'm coming, hold on!" I yelled out.
"That's what she said!" Alice and Rose screamed back in unison. Pretty sure I heard Edward stifle another laugh. He'd better not be joining the dark side out there.
Ugh. I really need some new friends.
Slipping my robe on and toweling off my hair enough so that I didn't drip across the house, I stepped out of the bathroom.
With an apologetic look towards Edward, I turned to face my soon to be ex-friends. Alice was perched on the countertop, sipping out of a Starbucks cup. Rosalie stood next to her, scowling at Edward. She had always been protective of her friends when it came to guys. I think she'd been burnt one too many times, and decided to take her pent-up anger out on her friends' boyfriends.
Wait…boyfriend?
Was Edward my boyfriend? Shit, something to think about at another time.
"What the hell, you two?" I asked sternly, trying to look intimidating with my arms crossed against my chest.
"What the hell, yourself, hussy!" Rosalie pointed her finger at me. Edward laughed. Again.
"It's one thing to invite him over in the middle of the night…" Alice started.
"It's another for him to still be here. It's ten o'clock in the morning! You're usually at our doors by nine rushing us out to the park or something equally as…nature-y," Rosalie finished, acting disgusted with the idea of spending the day outside.
She was right, every Sunday we usually met up with Angela for a girl's day. Well, they mostly tagged along while I snapped pictures and griped about not wanting to go to work the next day. Since Angela had all but written in the sky that she was busy all weekend, I'd completely forgotten until now.
Before I could come up with an excuse, Alice spoke up again.
"We were coming over to bail, anyway. We have to go into the shop and deal with the late order we picked up yesterday. Half of the merch was supposed to be on the shelves last week."
Rosalie nodded before adding in her two cents.
"Yep, just felt like seeing if the elevator hottie was still here. Had to get a glimpse, and all. He didn't even flinch when I tried to kick him out," she said with pure sarcasm.
Her words still had me groaning and fighting the urge to bash my forehead into the wall.
"I'll see you two later?" I asked while ushering them to the door.
"Yep," Rosalie nodded, "you break her heart, I break your balls!" she yelled over my shoulder to Edward.
"Loud and clear, GI Jane!" Edward yelled back, earning a small smirk from Rosalie.
"Not bad, Belle," Rosalie whispered with a wink before retreating after a grinning Alice. I shut the door and turned around, leaning back against it to find that Edward was staring at me with an amused expression on his face.
"Oh, we need to introduce her to Emmett like, yesterday," Edward said, breaking the awkward moment.
I giggled and walked back toward the bathroom.
"I'm going to finish getting ready then I'm good to go if you're still up for it?"
"Yep, I'm going to run home and shower and I'll meet you at the Starbucks on the corner. Sound good?"
I nodded and lifted my head toward him for a kiss. He surprised me by deepening it with a sudden dart of his tongue on my bottom lip. I shuddered at the simple action and wondered if I could ever tire of kissing him. However, with a quick but heavy kiss, he was gone, leaving me flushed and breathless.
"Yep. He'll be the death of me," I murmured to myself with a sigh before I went into the bathroom to continue getting ready.
While I meticulously ran the blow dryer over my head, I thought back to our morning. After our intense round two, I made myself and Edward breakfast. I didn't have much, but he didn't seem to mind my cinnamon and banana oatmeal. He complimented me more on my photos and I mentioned in passing how badly I needed to get in to the studio to develop more.
He suggested I do that today, and let him watch, if I didn't mind the company. I didn't know how fascinating watching me develop film would be, but I couldn't deny the fact I would enjoy him tagging along.
I smiled at my reflection.
"Well aren't you just smitten?" I said out loud to my grinning face. "You know he's going to ruin everything, right?" I asked myself. "Yeah, I know. Worth it."
I nodded at the pink cheeked girl looking back at me and left to get dressed.
By the chill in the air lately, I knew our warmer days were finally drifting off, which meant I was welcoming the November weather. The trees had finally turned, causing nature's fall decoration to spread itself beautifully around the city.
It was my favorite month of the year by far; not only for the trees, but for the winter clothes. I loved winter clothes.
I pulled out a snug, black sweater and light skinny jeans. Paired with small, black diamond studs and my black Uggs, I felt fairly decent. My hair was naturally a little wavy, and with the small amount of product and the blow dryer, my curls were nice and not frizzy today.
I knew Edward was probably just getting home, but since we were meeting at Starbucks anyway, I left early. I needed to make sure it was okay with Jacob that I use the studio.
Camera bag in tow, I walked the short block to my favorite, little green building.
…
"So he's coming here?" Jacob asked with his chin resting on his closed fists. He reminded me of Angela when we were kids and Tyler Crowley asked me to go to the eighth grade prom with him.
"Mhmm, we're going to spend the day developing my shots." I took a sip of my chai and glanced out the window.
"Oh girl, please no dirty in the studio! I haven't even popped its cherry yet!"
I nearly spat out my tea in amusement and shock, but nodded in understanding. "Got it, no dirty in the studio," I vowed.
Jacob smiled, fluttering his eyelashes at me, which meant he wanted me to spill. "Soo," he said, dragging the word out, "tell me about the elevator hottie. Tall, dark, and handsome? Incredible abs? Well hung?" I definitely spat out my tea that time, and Jacob squealed, "Oh, sweetie, tell me he's got a huge c-"
"Jacob!" I interrupted, laughing in embarrassment, "I am not telling you how big his dick is."
"Come on," he said petulantly, "I am not currently in the business of getting myself some, so I have to live vicariously through you. Throw me a bone." He smirked at his wording and winked. "Literally."
I rolled my eyes, but blushed, just thinking about this morning. I took a small sip of my tea and glanced out the window again, impulsively searching for Edward, and smiled when I saw the familiar bronze head of hair.
"Mmm," I said, nodding toward the window, "there he is now."
Jacob followed my gaze, and when he saw Edward, his eyes widened. He slapped me hard on the arm and I yelped, "Ow, Jacob! What the hell?"
"Oh, lord have mercy on my Carrie Bradshaw lovin' soul!" he said, ignoring me entirely, "That is your elevator hottie?" he whisper-yelled. "Oh…oh my…for the love of sweet Jesus, girl, you've gone and broken my heart." I just stared at him while he rambled, completely amused and a little concerned for his sanity.
"Do you realize you're getting fresh with the man of my dreams?" Jacob asked, and because he was a few octaves short of yelling, I ducked my head and blushed profusely.
"I retract my rule; please have as much dirty as you want in the studio. Only if you promise me his naked tukkus will touch every flat surface in there!" Jacob ended his rant and began fanning himself, using a napkin he had altered to look like one of those old, fold-up fans.
"Haven't we been over this before?" a familiar voice asked from behind me. I glanced up when he spoke, watching as Edward approached and exchanged playful banter with Jacob. Jacob was totally enraptured, and Edward was a sweetheart to him.
I simply gawked, looking back and forth between them like I was watching a ping pong match.
"Okay, okay, hold up," I said after a minute, holding my palms out to the both of them, "you two know each other?"
"I'm a regular here," Edward said, taking the seat next to me, "Jake and I are…casual friends."
"Well…there go my chances," Jacob huffed. He threw his hands, and the fan, up in the air, before glancing between me and Edward.
"Back on the floor, Black!" one of his co-workers yelled at him.
Jacob sighed, "Don't think you're out of all the details now, Chai. You two have fun!"
Jacob stood, leaned down to kiss me on both cheeks, and went behind the counter.
Edward laughed and shifted closer to kiss me on the corner of the mouth.
"Ready?" he asked, nodding toward his car that was just outside the shop window.
"We can walk if you want; it's just a few blocks away," I said, standing and tossing my now empty cup in the trash, "besides, I need to know how casual you are with our favorite little barista over there."
Jake looked up at us when we opened the door and blew kisses. Only now, I wasn't so sure who the kisses were intended for
Edward hit the lock on his keypad for the car and we started down the road toward the small loft Jacob rented out solely as a darkroom. Linking my arm in his, Edward kissed me again on the top of my head, and because it made me smile so much, I knew it wouldn't take long for me to get used to all the little signs of affection.
Does this mean we're official in his head?
The mere thought of that had me quietly walking beside Edward. But he didn't seem to mind, because he was quiet as well, probably thinking the same thing as me.
What are we? Where are we?
I knew the talk was coming soon – that talk. It was inevitable. With the fast momentum our relationship had gained, we had to get it all out in the open, because the reality of the situation was I had known Edward for a total of two days.
Two days?
Fuck, it felt like two months, at least, not two days. I glanced down to see our feet in step with each other's. We probably looked like a couple to everyone on the outside, and I peered around me, watching the faces of the people passing us. None of them seemed to give a damn.
No one seemed to notice that I was giving in to my inner hussy and seeing a guy who had groped me in an elevator.
"Is your camera in that bag?" Edward's voice snapped me out of my wordy, rambling thoughts.
"Hmm, what? Oh, yeah, it is. Why?"
"Do you have film in it?"
"The film I have to develop today, yeah. I think I have one or two shots left on it."
"Can I see it?" He stopped at the corner of the street and held out his hand.
"Alright…" I opened my bag and handed it to him.
He turned it on and immediately pointed the camera at my face, messing with the focus.
"Hey!" I swiped at him laughing, "I stay behind the camera, not in front of it."
Edward laughed loudly and moved a few steps back, clicking to take a photo. Peeking at the picture count, he rushed forward and pulled me under his arm, turning the camera toward us before clicking it again.
My face was burning hot from laughter.
"What the hell was that about?" I asked, snatching my camera back from him.
"I was curious if you were going to let me see it, to be honest. I'm picky about people touching my guitar so I was just wondering if you were the same," he replied, shrugging.
"Someone never taught you to share, then," I said, lifting an eyebrow to let him know I was on to him, whatever his motives may be.
We rounded the last corner to the building the loft was located in. Edward took a step back, allowing me ample space to unlock the door. We ascended the stairs until we were at the last room on the left, my favorite place in this city.
The studio was small, but it held a lot of equipment. I set my bag down and pulled the cord in the center of the room for the light.
"Here it is," I said, turning to face Edward who was leaning back on the closed door, "it's not much, but it's more than what I have." I looked around for the film bag.
"Show me how it's done," he said with a smile. I nodded and started organizing the supplies I would need. I filled the sinks with hot water to warm the chemicals and turned back to the table. "What is that?" Edward asked, nodding toward the bag I put the film canister and reel into.
"It's a blackout bag," I said, holding it up for him to see, "I need to put the film onto this reel and into this canister without the light touching it. My arms go in here and the bottom zips up."
I zipped the bottom like I explained to him and slipped my arms into the elastic holes.
"It's either this or turning off the lights to do it," I said, working on the film as I spoke.
"You look happy right now," Edward said simply, taking the seat next to me, "I can tell you love this. The look on your face when you're explaining it to me…Bella, you look stunning when you're truly happy."
Nobody had ever spoken to me like that. Given me compliments for no other reason other than they felt I deserved it. My face flushed instantly and I was at an absolute loss for words.
I smiled at him genuinely, and he sat silently watching me.
…
I held the film up to the light for him to see. "See there? I just took those in the park yesterday. Oh, and these were from last weekend." I scanned the film, happy with the results. Edward seemed quite captivated with the monotone process of pouring chemicals in and out of the film canister. Even if he had no interest in photography, he seemed fascinated.
"This one here is my favorite, I think," I said pointing out one I took of a man in the park with his daughter.
Edward leaned in for a closer look, his proximity making me tingle.
"Do people get uncomfortable with you taking their pictures?" he asked, turning to face me.
"Most people don't even know I'm there. I try not to get their faces," I said, motioning to the picture, "see? It's not about who's in the picture, it's about what they're doing. It's about what kind of emotion is going to strike people who look at the picture. When I see this, I see unconditional love."
I exhaled finally, looking over to see if Edward finally had enough of my crazy for one day.
"Beautiful," was all he said.
I blushed. Hard.
"Can you print one?"
I looked to my watch and realized that our day was nearly over.
"It'll take it a little bit, so if you're game, then so am I," I said bringing the film to the table to cut it into strips.
"I'm up for it," he said, stepping behind me, "anything I can do to help?"
I finished the strips and loaded them into their holds.
"Umm, nothing I can think of. You can pick out the picture and I'll get to work." I handed him the sheet of negatives and turned to pour the correct chemicals into their bins.
"I already know the one," he handed me a strip, "third one in."
I turned back and took the strip from him and loaded it into the projector. "This time, the lights have to go out." I pulled the rope and we were surrounded by darkness in one pull.
"Whoops should have turned on the safety light first, hold on." Edward laughed and I heard him shuffling around as well. "The switch is on this wall over here…" I shuffled my feet, trying not to trip on anything.
"I'll help you find it."
Edward must have been right in my cross-path, because I walked smack into him.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry!" I put my hands out and patted him down, looking for injuries. His arms wrapped around me, and his chest and shoulders shook with his laughter.
"Keep patting me down and we're going to have a different problem, Bella." Edward's words, his soft breath, grazed my ear and had me shivering.
"I feel like we're kids trying to get away with doing dirty things in the darkroom," I giggled, circling my arms around his waist. Feeling him around me, so close in a pitch black room, had me thinking about the first time we met.
Only this time, we didn't have a crowd.
"Role play, huh? I can get into that," he whispered, and when his words brushed my ear, so did his teeth.
"Edward!" I laughed and pushed him away playfully. "I don't think Jacob would appreciate us tainting his darkroom."
Edward pulled me right back to him and turned us around so I was against the wall.
"I don't think he'd mind…much." His hand moved down and hitched my leg up, pressing into my core deliciously. "What was that I heard him saying before?" he asked quietly, "Something abo-"
"Nothing," I interrupted, more out of embarrassment than anything, "he wasn't saying anything."
"Nice try," he mused, and then his lips crashed onto mine sloppily, probably from lack of being able to see each other. But I didn't mind. I kissed back eagerly. I doubted Jacob would care either, and so what if we'd already done this twice today?
I wasn't sure I could actually ever get enough of this man.
"On second thought…" Edward reached behind my head and flipped the switch to the red safety lights, "it is getting late."
Well, fuck me.
"You play dirty," I sulked. I walked away from him, sashaying my hips.
"Ditto, babe."
"This is the one you wanted?" I asked, looking down at the picture coming through the projector.
It was me. The picture he took a block away from here. I was in mid-laugh with my head thrown back and my hair blowing in the wind. Not my most attractive picture.
"That's the one." Edward hopped onto the counter next to me and watched me as I meticulously arranged the settings for the picture.
I turned off the projector light and grabbed a piece of photo paper. Positioning everything just right, I clicked on the light for eight seconds. I'd become pretty good at judging exposure times. Hopefully, I wouldn't mess it up this time, since I was eager to get the lights back on before I jumped Edward and molested him right here.
The timer clicked and the light switched off, signaling me to take the paper to the first bin. Edward followed, silently watching me take the steps to develop the five-by-seven picture. When I finally put the paper into the final bin, the water, you could see my face clearly on it.
Edward stepped behind me and put his arms around my waist, laying his chin on my shoulder.
"Can I keep that?" he whispered.
I nodded. "Yours."
The double meaning was not lost on either of us.
…
Edward and I walked back to Starbucks and picked up his car. The temperature had dropped significantly with the sun's descent so Edward insisted on driving me to my apartment complex. Like the gentleman he was, he also walked me up to my door.
"So, tomorrow then?" he asked, leaning against the door frame.
"Tomorrow." I nodded and unlocked my door.
Edward leaned in, and took my lips with his in an innocent, yet sultry kiss.
"Goodnight, Bella."
"Goodnight, Edward."
He retreated backwards with his crooked smile firmly in place, all the way until he turned the corner to the stairwell.
I stepped inside and closed the door with a soft click of the locks.
Yep. I definitely had a boyfriend.
With a sigh, I went into the bathroom to wash my face and teeth. Unpinned the curtain and closed myself into the bedroom. Set my alarm and undressed. Crawled into bed and shut my eyes, willing the night to last for as long as possible.
Tomorrow?
Back to reality.
A/N: Edward will be up next, and that is a chapter from me, so hopefully I won't be too long with it. In the meantime, feel free to check out a new story I posted on my profile, it's called "Scream, Isabella". It was written for an anon contest and it placed third, both in the judge's choice and public vote. Celesticbliss was in the contest as well and wrote a one-shot titled "I Hope You Dance", and it was awesome. Check it out over on her profile!
Also, check out the polyvore celesticbliss made for this chapter, it's on my profile as well :)