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Witfit prompt: Bag

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I'm introduced to her roommates.

There's Maria, the one from Colombia.

Then I'm introduced to Ian, a flamboyantly gay painter from London, and Alistair.

Alistair is not gay.

The way he eyes me and shakes my hand tells me he's not too happy to see me.

He's Australian, and I'm completely comfortable enough with my sexuality to admit the guy looks like he could get as much skirt as George Clooney.

But I'm not intimidated. Much.

I really don't give a shit about him at this point, I just need some alone time with my Bella.

All the others in attendance are just here to chill and wave a general hello in my direction.

"If you'll excuse us," Bella says, pulling me towards the little hall to the side which I hope leads to her bedroom.

She closes the door behind us once we're in the pitch black room and I'm overcome with the sheer weight of what I'm doing here.

I'm here to be with Bella, my girl... My Angelgirl, because I love her. No, I'm in love with her.

It still floors me.

"Lemme just turn on a lamp..." I grab her wrist and gently pull her back, not allowing her to finish the thought or action because I need to feel her... I need to feel this is real.

She gasps before I press my lips to hers. She stills for a split second before reacting and relaxing in my arms.

This kiss starts out soft and slow, only to intensify within a breath before we're all over each other. Her little sounds, fuck me, those sounds are for me.

"Edward, I can't believe you're here," she breathes into my mouth when we break for air.

"This has to be some kind of dream. You don't know how many times I dreamt of this." Her words are little pants as I lead her blindly, hoping to hit the bed that has to be around here somewhere.

"This is no dream, Angelgirl. I couldn't be away from you anymore. I wanted to spend Christmas with you, and all the other days after that." I know I'm making know sense, but the feel of her warm, perfect skin as I inch them under her soft sweater and the sweet smell of her as I nuzzle her neck is just too much.

She lets out a tiny moan as my legs finally hit what I hope is a bed and I gently turn her until her back is to it. She knows what I want, or wants exactly the same thing, because she lowers herself as she pulls me down with her.

No more words. We've talked enough. I want her. I want her to know it.

As I push my hard dick against her there's a soft knock at the door.

"Bella, I'm really, really sorry, but I really need to use the bathroom," says the disembodied and distorted voice of a girl.

"Shit," Bella exhales loudly. "That's Maria. This is our room and it's our only bathroom."

Well, fuck. Talk about killing my moment.

"Pack a bag. I'm taking you back to my hotel."

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A/N: There you go. A nice longer one to make up for my lack of update yesterday. Next chapter will be a little sometin' sometin' IYKWIM.

Thanks for your patience. It's fun writing in the spur of the moment, it tends to be reactive to reviews and what people would like to see. I then take those comments and write what feels right. I hope it's translating. ;) love you all!

BTW, There will be a teaser plus a couple of manips made by my friend, Lolypop82 over at the blog. diamondheart78 dot blogspot dot com

She's quite the talent!