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Witfit prompt: Nuance
That afternoon...
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"Hey." She picks up on the first ring.
"Hey."
She sighs. "I really needed to hear your voice."
"What's wrong, Angelgirl? You okay?"
"Yeah. I guess. I think I'm just a little homesick. I miss New York. I miss my apartment. I... I miss you. I really miss you, Edward." There's the slightest nuance of sad desperation in her voice that makes me want to climb through the receiver and get to her.
"I miss you too, Angel. Hey, only four months to go, yeah?"
"Yeah." She's not convinced at all.
"Tell me about your paintings." I'm able to divert her for a bit about what she's painting, what she's experienced.
"I tried escargot for the first time today."
"Oh yeah? Whatcha think? Any good?"
"I didn't think snails would be appetizing, but you know, when in Rome... or Paris, and all that. But yeah, they were good. Really good. They were all buttery, garlicky... just, mmmmm."
She moans. She fucking moans.
Little Edward is quite awake at this point.
"Shit, B, don't do that," I groan. There's a bit of silence before she responds.
"Do what?" She says quietly.
"Do that. Moan like that. You don't know..."
"Don't know what?" Is she seriously clueless or is she just fucking with me?
I breathe deeply through the receiver.
"Bella, you don't know how badly I want to see you... touch you. Kiss you. You can't make noises like that because, I... I can't promise to be a good boy and not think about you, later... like when I'm alone, in the shower and shit.
I can actually hear the light bulb in her head turn on when she gasps.
"Do you think about me, Edward? Like, like that?" She sounds shocked.
I decide to be honest. All honesty now. All the time.
"Yes. Yes, Angeligrl. All the time," I choke out.
Then, my girl says something that sets me on fire.
"Tell me what you do. Tell me what you think about."
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A/N: Naughty, naughty Bella? Hmm... Maybe she's not so clueless?
Maybe one more tonight. Hopefully. If I don't pass out. Might get a little citrusy up in here.