The Twilight Twenty-Five

thetwilight25[dot]com

Prompt: Sporting Goods Store

Pen Name: Mcgt

Pairing/Main Character(s): Bella/Edward

Rating: M

This will be a multi-chaptered story.

Photo prompts can be viewed here: thetwilight25[dot]com/round-six/prompts

A/N

Thanks to Kimmydonn for helping beta this for me in a pinch and Jenequilter for her prereader skills.

ALSO - WARNING - LEMONS AHEAD. If you are under 18, please skip this chapter. Thanks!

Chapter 22 – Sporting Goods Store – Fix You

We sat in the chair for almost an hour, listening to the pelting down rain outside and soft ambient music I'd put on during my cleaning frenzy earlier in the night. Edward had finally calmed down enough to tell me that he'd struck a deal, giving his parents half of his five million dollar trust fund, in exchange for letting him utilize their corporate jet to fly home. And to promise to leave him alone until they decided they wanted him in their lives for something other than the money his grandfather had left him.

We were both emotionally raw after the exchange, and I'd suggested perhaps he spend the night with me. I'd missed him while he'd been gone, and as strong as he tried to pretend to be, I had a feeling he really didn't want to be alone tonight either.

Getting up, I pulled him off the chair, telling him it was time to head home. "Come on, let's get some sleep. Things might look better in the morning," I said, trying to convince myself that I could be the balm to soothe him for once.

Following along behind me, he didn't say much and let me lead him to my car.

"Do you mind if we go to my place? I-I just need to be home," he plead somberly, putting his suitcase in the back seat and getting in.

Blushing at his request, I told him that was fine, I'd never been inside his apartment and was curious to see it.

Turning in his seat, he looked quizzically at me, silent, just staring. Under his weighty gaze, I turned away and started my engine, hoping he'd snap out of whatever was running through is mind.

"I'm sorry."

Glancing in his direction, I asked, "What are you talking about? What are you sorry for?" I almost laughed at how out of place his apology was.

"I was so neglectful of you," he said, an ounce of wistfulness laced within his cloaked comment. "How could I have not shown you where I live? You deserve someone so much better than me."

Putting the car back in park, I grabbed his chin, turning his head in my direction. "The only thing you did was try to help me. I know this hasn't been a great day for you, but please, stop with the self-depreciation crap. Let's go crawl into bed and put this day behind us, okay?" I smiled reassuringly, hoping my rant wasn't too much for him.

Letting out a deep sigh, he agreed, explaining how to get to his apartment before setting his head back against the seat and closing his eyes.

Understanding the need to be in your head and work things out on your own, I didn't try to engage him further until I pulled into his apartment complex, asking where it would be best for me to park.

Pulling into his designated spot, I let him lead me towards his front door. Flicking the lights on, he held the door open for me, allowing me to enter first. At first glance, it was sparse. A leather sofa dominated the main room, situated in front of a large flat screen TV that was surrounded by two large bookshelves stuffed with books and a few knickknacks.

"Sorry, I didn't clean up much before I left, but I'm happy you're here with me." Sweeping me into his arms, he kissed me with a passion that showed me he missed me as much as I'd missed him.

Standing here in his apartment, I knew I should be nervous. We'd never really gotten too far during any of our previous make out sessions, but here I was, happy to be finally spending the night with the man I was falling for. His hands were roaming all over my body, finally finding the zipper of my rain jacket. Slowly unzipping it, he slid it down my arms without removing his lips from mine.

Hearing the rustle of material as it fell to the floor must have brought him back to his senses, because he slowed our kiss down, finally giving me one last peck on the lips. He smiled down at me and put our coats on the rack by the door. He grabbed my hand and silently led me down a darkened hallway, towards what I presumed was his bedroom. My thoughts swirled, wondering what we were going to do. I wasn't prepared, my legs weren't shaved, my undies were simple black bikinis and my bra was a boring nude. I'd chosen so it wouldn't show up under the white shirt I'd worn. Even with all these things bouncing around my head, I didn't have any trepidation about whatever might or might not happen. If we were in this for the long haul, he'd eventually see me at my worst.

In fact, he already had, I reminded myself, thinking that I'd been comatose only a few weeks ago. How must I have looked with a gash on the side of my head and a ventilator tube running down my throat?

Turning on his bedroom light, I was surrounded by the very essence of Edward. The room was dominated by a sturdy mahogany four poster bed with a simple, yet luxurious looking forest green bedspread that had flecks of gold thread sewn through it. His taste was unpretentious, bordering almost on rustic and it suited him.

He turned to face me, holding my hands between his, asking me if I was okay. "I'm glad you're here," he whispered, running his thumbs across my knuckles. "We don't have to do anything but sleep. I can get you a shirt if you'd like something to sleep in-"

Leaning up on my tiptoes, my hand gently nudged his head down so I could kiss away his tender, chivalrous words.

"Why don't we just see what happens." Smiling, I began unbuttoning his dark blue shirt that was still slightly damp from the rain.

Running his finger softly across my exposed collarbone, he hummed against my neck, asking me if I was sure.

I wasn't, in fact, sure of anything, but my heart was overruling my head for once. I wanted to show Edward my love, affection and support. Knowing he wouldn't go any further than I wanted, I had to take control of the situation and express all of my internalized feelings in a physical way. My communication might have been pretty awful, but I could only hope he'd understand what I was trying to say.

Pushing the fabric from his shoulders, I let my hands run over the muscles in his chest, enjoying the view of his abs as they would twitch when I grazed an especially tender spot. He was fit but not overly muscular, with a smattering of hair centered right in the middle of his chest and trailing down below his belly button. I heard him groan as my fingers tugged on the waistband of his gray pants, urging him closer. His eyes never left my face, a look of lust tinged with awe danced behind his sparkling green eyes. He still looked tired, except now he was alert and based on the bulge that had just started tenting in his pants, all thoughts of sleep were a distant memory.

My heart was fluttering in my chest, and my mouth had gone dry looking at the beautiful man standing before me. He had no idea how much I'd changed since meeting him, and I desperately wanted him to know the positive effect he'd had on me.

I gently pushed him back onto the bed and began slowly unbuttoning my shirt, hoping my display wouldn't make me look ridiculous.

He watched, seemingly mesmerized by my simple attempt at a strip tease. My heart was beating in my throat as I wondered what he was thinking, hoping he liked what he saw even if I wasn't dressed in a fancy negligée and grinding my hips into one of his bed posts.

When I was standing before him in nothing but my bra and panties, he tugged my wrist, and I straddled him as we sat face to face. I could feel the softness of his chest hair against my stomach when he pulled me even closer, skillfully undoing my bra clasp. I chucked the material over my shoulder, pressing my breasts further into him, loving the feel of our naked skin finally touching.

"Let me love you," I whispered, kissing him while shifting my weight to try and get him to lie back.

His large calloused hands, skimmed over my shoulders, caressing my back as I straddled over his supine body. "You already do." he replied, while continuing to mumble how beautiful I was. Trailing his fingers along my rib cage, his thumbs caressed the bottom of my breast, before taking my nipples between his fingers and squeezing gently. I didn't want him to stop giving them attention, and lazed my head back, groaning at the feeling of him plucking at their peaks.

Sitting up, he held my back with one hand and brought his lips down around one nipple, languidly licking and nibbling on my sensitive tip. I could feel the warm tingle of arousal surround me, and it made me a little light-headed. I knew I should take my time, but with every nip, every suck, I had to have him naked. I needed to feel us joined, to have him filling me in a way I hoped would make my head spin.

Pulling away, I began trailing kisses, nibbles and gentle bites from his neck down his torso. I leaned up so I could flick open his belt, pulling it out with one tug and tossing it to the ground. His eyes were roaming between my eyes, chest and hands that were now unbuttoning his pants. Sliding down to the ground, I slid his shoes and socks off before tugging his pants down to the floor.

My hands slid up his lean, muscled thighs and tugged at the bottom of his boxers. Lifting his ass off the bed slightly, I grabbed a hold of the waistband, slipping them down his legs as well.

Getting up from the floor I marveled at Edward's naked form, his pale skin a stark contrast against the dark bedding. His cock was standing at attention, hard and weighty against his trim stomach, twitching every time my fingernails would caress the inside of his knee that was draped over the side of the bed where I stood.

By now, Edward had one arm behind his head, his eyes wide and expectant, waiting to see what I was going to do next.

I exaggeratedly licked my lips, leaning down to take his cock into my mouth, keeping my eyes trained on Edward's. As soon as my mouth surrounded his dick, he threw his head back against the pillow, moaning how good it felt.

I knew I didn't have a lot of experience, but I'd read enough of Cosmo to give me some pointers I'd always held on to in the recesses of my mind. I used every trick I could remember, swirling my tongue, sucking with just the right amount of pressure and using my hands to help where my mouth couldn't reach. When I grazed my teeth over the tip, Edward groaned that as good as it felt, he wanted to be surrounded by me when he came.

Quick like lightening, he had maneuvered us so I was the one now lying on the bed, with Edward straddled across my waist, with a wicked grin gracing his face.

Nibbling on my ear lobe he repeated the words I'd just spoken, "Now, let me love you." Kissing me passionately, I could feel his erection rubbing against my thigh, making itself known.

He sat up, tugging on my calves until my ass was on the very edge of the bed. He bent over, taking his time to work his way down, one square inch at a time. By the time he reached my belly with his lips, it felt like every nerve ending in my body was on fire. His hands caressed the places his lips couldn't reach, while his tongue lapped around my belly button just before he sucked softly below my hip bone. He knelt on the floor, tugging my panties with him until they were left just dangling from my left ankle, like he had better things to do than finish taking them off.

And boy did he ever.

Wrapping his arms around my legs, his hands grasped my inner thighs, pulling them apart so he could place his face right at my center. With one quick puff of air, he sent goose bumps all over my body. He hadn't even touched my clit, but I was already trembling in anticipation. I could feel him reach with a finger on each hand, pulling my lips apart before taking a long swipe of his tongue through my wetness.

My brain turned to mush as he lapped at a furious pace with his tongue and slowly inserted his fingers, one by one into me, making me pant and moan at the delicious feelings he was bringing about.

"God, you taste so good," he mumbled into my thigh as he took a tiny nibble from there.

His thumb was alternating in rhythm, bringing me close to the edge before slowing down, and speeding up again. Grabbing his hair, I tugged him back towards my clit, growling that I was close.

He must have realized my urgency, and flattened his tongue against my nub and didn't stop until wave after wave of relief was trembling through me as my orgasm cascaded over me. My guttural moan of 'Oh God, oh God,' on repeat, should have also been a clue that he'd just done something miraculous. No one had ever been able to send me over the edge going down on me, never. I'd only ever come using my own fingers as they fucked me from behind. That is if they didn't finish sooner than I could.

Flopping one arm over my head, I tried to catch my breath, knowing Edward was still far from being done. I watched through one eye as Edward wiped his lips off with the back of his hand. Standing up with a satisfied smirk on his face, he lay down beside my exhausted body. His fingers trailed along my skin, running up and down my side. He turned my head slightly, giving him access to brush his lips against mine every so slightly, asking me if I was too tired to continue.

"Mmm, just give me a second. That was fantastic." I mumbled, pulling him closer so I could kiss him properly.

Our mouths worked in time with each other, the push and pull of our lips and tongues seemed to reignite the fire within me. My body was aching to feel the weight of his body, so I tugged his arm, getting him lay between my legs, his body still propped slightly above me by his forearms.

"You're so beautiful. The flush of your skin, the sound of your voice. I've never watched another woman come so completely undone. It was gorgeous." he whispered, letting his lips trail down my neck.

I parted my legs, raising my knees slightly, while grabbing his toned ass, trying to persuade him to continue our evening.

Nibbling on my ear lobe he chuckled, "Ready now, are we?" Reaching across the bed, he opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. "I bought these a week ago, with the hopes we'd eventually end up here." Kneeling, I watched mesmerized as he ran his hand over his erection a few times before rolling the condom down his length.

It warmed my heart, hearing that he had been thinking about us enough to buy protection. I hadn't even thought of it until right now. I'd been on the pill since I was sixteen to help with my erratic cycle, but I hadn't been tested since I'd been with Aro, even though we used protection every time. I was glad Edward was responsible enough to have thought of it, especially in the heat of the moment.

Lying back down over me, he spread my legs out further before thrusting his hips, filling me up completely. Instead of moving right away, he laid still, his forehead resting on mine, while his thumbs caressed my cheeks. Kissing him quickly, I pulled my knees up and wrapped my legs around his trim waist to urge him on. My clit, still sensitive from Edward's earlier ministrations, was ready for round two.

Once he began moving, our hips worked in unison, as if we really were one. His hand made its way down between us, allowing him to flick my clit while he urged me on through our chorus of moans, pants and grunts. I was riding the crest, my body began trembling in anticipation, but I knew Edward wasn't too far off either. Moving his hand away, I let my fingers beat out the rhythm I knew by heart, hoping I could meet Edward head on as he came.

Our timing was only moments off, Edward collapsing just as my orgasm took over. We lay in a tangled heap, Edward's head, a damp mass of curls rested on my shoulder, and I ran my hands lovingly over his back, my body mimicking his breathing pattern.

"God, that was good," he murmured against my skin, kissing my shoulder tenderly, as he raised his head to gaze into my eyes. "Thank you for everything." His eyes sparkled in the dim light, his emotions finally coming to the surface. "When I hopped on that jet tonight, you were the only thought in my head. You're words, your council, everything about you. You were the only person I wanted to see when I got home, but I never expected us to end our evening like this." Dipping his chin, he kissed both my cheeks, before zeroing in on my lips. It was slow, sensual and I felt the truth in all of his words through his one expression of love. "Thank you. For loving me and allowing me to love you."

"Thank you for letting me."

We lay huddled together for a while until an uncontrollable shiver ran through my body, startling us both out of our post orgasmic bliss.

"I'm going to go clean up, why don't you crawl into bed," he said, standing up and turning down the blankets.

My body felt like it was completely boneless, all of my joints made of jelly. Scooting up, I tugged the blankets over my body, turning towards the bathroom door Edward had just gone into.

When he returned, he wasn't bashful about his appearance, striding across the room, turning on the light on his nightstand before flicking off the overhead one. He climbed into bed, pulling me into the nook of his shoulder, and I couldn't help but wrap on leg over his hip, while my hand played with the hair on his chest.

We were silent for a while, and I was just about to drift off when I heard Edward ask, "Do you think you can get someone to cover for you tomorrow afternoon? Since the hospital doesn't have me on the schedule for another two days, I'd really like to take you someplace, but it requires a bit of a hike and a tent."

"A tent? You want to take me camping?" I laughed softly, wondering what he was talking about, when I remembered my sleeping bag was at my parents place almost an hour away. "I'm sure Esme would probably stay for a bit, but I don't really have anything to camp with. My old sleeping bag is probably still in my parents basement."

Kissing my temple, he told me that he'd go and buy one in the morning while I was at work. He shut down my attempt at refusing him when he said if he bought the same kind as the one he owned, we could zip them together.

Sneaky little bastard, I thought happily to myself. And as much as I didn't want to accept any charity from him, he was now quite wealthy, and I supposed I could let him buy me this one little thing.

"Fine, but don't expect me to run around the city asking you for things now that you have money. I'm still an independent woman—."

He ended my argument with a kiss and a promise to only use his wealth for good instead of evil. It was nice to see him acting a little more positive about the situation his parents had put him in compared to earlier this evening.

Turning out the light, we both drifted off to sleep, satiated and content. I only hoped it would last when the dawn broke over the horizon.

A/N

Okay – so, is that what you expected to happen in this chapter? It wasn't where I had been planning on taking it, but well, sometimes the characters do the leading and I just follow along like the obedient puppy I am.

Only 2 more real chapters & an epilogue to go. Chapter 23 will post tomorrow & then 24&25 will post next Tuesday and Wednesday probably.

Thanks for hanging in there on this journey with me. I really appreciate it.

And big huge thanks to all my reviewers – I hit 200 a little bit earlier today – thanks to Burntcore for her review, pushing me over the top! Much appreciated.