Stephenie has it all. I just decided to play with her characters and add some of mine.
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Next morning, I woke up in the best way possible.
Edward's fingers and mouth were on my pussy. I craned an eye open and then closed it back, moaning. Seeing the top of his messy hair poking from between my legs was one of the most erotic things I'd witnessed.
"Are you awake this time?" he mumbled.
"Fuck." My hips bucked off the bed when he ran his tongue over my engorged clit.
"I'm serious," Edward insisted. "I'm not going to fuck you while you're sleeping."
I opened my eyes seeing he was looking at me expectant. What was he talking about? "I'm awake!" I gasped. "Keep doing that." I pulled him by his hair down where I wanted him.
He started chuckling, the vibrations spurring my aroused body. His fingers wriggled inside me and I threw my head back, groaning loudly.
"I can't…wait," he moaned, moving away.
I wanted to bring him back, but I knew that in a few seconds it would feel a thousand times better. And it did. The second he was inside me, I saw stars, or white splotches, anyway.
My arms locked around his neck as he gripped the headboard, diving inside me at an insane speed. I sought his lips, kissing and nipping at them. The headboard kept hitting the wall rhythmically.
"Fuck!" Edward shouted, ripping his mouth from mine as his back arched back, his head falling back. "Yes," he moaned.
I always loved to see him lose control. I clawed at his back as my inner muscles clamped around his dick. He kept pounding inside me, touching all the right and extra sensitive spots making me almost sob in pleasure. With one more thump against the wall, he buried deep inside me, rocking his hips slowly as he rode out our orgasms. Then he fell on top of me, nearly cutting off the little oxygen I had left.
"Not that I mind, but what brought that on?" I asked, running my fingers through his wet locks.
"I think," he mumbled against my breast. "You were having a sex dream…and you started wriggling your ass against my wood. I wanted to be good, but I really couldn't."
I giggled, kissing his sweaty forehead. "And what was that about being awake?"
"You were really responsive…until I realized you were still sleeping." He laughed, pressing his cheek against my breast and kissing the spot between the breasts. "You want to know the funny part?"
"Tell me," I whispered, looking down at him.
He looked up at me through his thick black lashes. My heart jumped in my throat. He was so handsome.
"It's only six in the morning."
"Figures you'd wake up for sex." I snorted.
"Hey! I woke up early before. Remember, I used to run with you in the morning. Or walk," he rectified.
"Wanna do it now?" I asked hopefully. I could enjoy the quietness of the forest.
"We just did it, Bella. I need a little more time."
I slapped his shoulder lightly. "I was talking about running."
"Oh, that sounds good."
I threw a pair of shorts and one of his oversized t-shirts on me, slipped in my running shoes and was ready to head out. Edward pulled on a pair of shorts and a wife beater along with his Pumas. We tiptoed downstairs and out of the house.
"I know a nice place," he said. "This way."
We started a slow jog, but I stumbled a lot over the dead roots. Edward started running ahead, clearing the path before I could break my neck. We ran for what felt like an hour. My lungs were burning and my legs were throbbing.
"Here we are!" he said excited, going to the small pond there. How was it possible? I was beyond tired and he looked like he was about to run double the distance we had covered.
I fell unceremoniously next to him and untied my shoes before slipping my feet in the water. "Ah, heaven!"
"Don't tell me you're tired!"
"I haven't run in over a year and you know I don't really run."
"I got you to admit that you don't run!" I exclaimed victoriously.
"Don't be a jerk." I leaned back, falling against the soft green grass.
"Are you getting a cold?" Edward asked, suddenly serious.
I glanced at him. "Dunno. Why?"
"You're talking all nasally. We shouldn't have stayed so long in the rain."
"Don't make me regret that night. It was wonderful." I reached for his hand, tugging him to lie with me.
"We'll make some tea when we get back."
"Sure." I nodded, putting my head on his shoulder.
We lay there a few minutes before Edward sat up and took my feet out of the water then helped me in my running shoes. I got up with his help.
"Turn around," he demanded, giving me an amused look.
I did as asked and felt him taking my hair out of my elastic band before catching it again. He could be so sweet when he wanted. When he was done with my hair, he came in front of me and twisted the side of my shirt, knotting it.
"There. You look beautiful."
"I'm sure." I laughed, not really believing him. I felt exhausted from the run and my shirt was wet.
"You are. I wish you'd see what I see." Edward bent to give me a quick kiss before he sprung ahead, shouting over his shoulder. "Race you back!"
"Don't go too far ahead!" I shouted after him, afraid I'd get lost.
He waited for me, but when I was getting too close, he sprinted ahead. I was out of breath when we stopped in front of his house. We both were bent over, our hands on our knees as we gulped precious air.
"Do you want some lemonade?" I gasped out.
"Sounds good." I was glad to see he was as tired as me. His face was red and his hair was so wet that drips of sweat were rolling down his forehead.
The clock in the kitchen showed us it was a little after eight. As I worked on the lemonades, Edward leaned against the counter, raising his shirt and using it as a towel for his face. That got me sidetracked. His perfect abdomen screamed at me to lick it and that happy trails went to the Promised Land.
"Checking me out?"
"Bring me the ice cubes," I instructed him, turning away.
"Kinky."
"Edward!"
I grabbed the squeezed half of the lemon and threw it toward him and missed by a few good inches. It hit the wall and then fell to the tile.
Edward started laughing loudly. "Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me!"
"Argh!" He was so infuriating, but I knew he wouldn't expect me to act on his words. So I threw myself at him, knocking his head against the fridge by accident as I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed my mouth to his. He staggered a little before spinning around and pressing my back to the fridge, devouring my mouth.
"Déjà vu," he murmured.
"Lucky we're alone this time."
"No sex talk from Dad," he chuckled, kissed down my neck.
"Just sex," I mumbled, feeling my face turn red. I'd become really brave.
He groaned, pressing his growing erection to my center, grinding his hips against me. His hands raised my arms above my head, making me shout in surprise. The only thing keeping me straight were my legs around his waist and that scared me.
"I won't let you fall," he promised, keeping my wrists up with one hand while the other went to my stomach, sneaking between the shirt and my skin.
"Do you have to do that in the kitchen?" Emmett asked from the doorway.
"Emmett!" Edward gave a sort of squeak, turning around after making sure I was on the floor.
He wasn't alone. Alice, and for some unknown reason, Sylvia, were there too. They were all gaping at us. I pressed my flamed face to Edward's back, clawing at his shirt.
"Do you guys ever get tired?"
"Fuck off, Emmett!"
"That's the smartest thing you can come up with?"
Edward tried to lunge at his brother, but I kept him there, as my personal wall, gripping his shirt.
"Where have you been?" Alice finally asked, finding her voice.
"We were running," I answered, turning around and going back to the lemonade. "The ice?" I turned to Edward, trying to ignore the other three persons in the kitchen.
"No ice. We're going to get a cold anyway."
"And it's only your fault!" I hissed. "Now, ice."
"No," he said deadpanned.
"ICE!"
"NO!"
"Are they always like this?" I heard a small voice asking. Probably Sylvia. Not that I cared about her right now.
I wanted ice. Lemonade wasn't good without ice. In my book, anyway.
"Oh, there's never a dull moment with them," I heard Emmett answering.
"You're not getting any ice. Deal with it," Edward told me, showing Emmett his middle finger at the same time. Oh, he could multi-task.
"Damn it!" I groaned, stepping around him to reach the fridge's door. He stopped me.
"But a second ago…" I heard Sylvia saying confused. I snorted. She hadn't really met us.
We could be all sweet one second and the other… Our personalities were total opposites, but they say opposites attract. They do, but not before a huge blown up fight out over something small and insignificant like the ice.
"Bella, you won't die drinking lemonade without ice," Edward said on a low voice.
"But it's not good and it's not lemonade without ice!" I protested. I wanted to win this argument. At least, this one.
"No."
Damn. Stubborn, annoying… He towered over me, his eyes narrowed. My resolve started to break, but then a plan came to my mind. I leaned up and kissed him then pulled away, grabbed the ice and went to my glass.
Emmett burst in laughter. I had almost forgotten about our audience. "That's Bella one and Edward zero, for now," he boomed.
"You cheated!" Edward exclaimed annoyed.
"I had to get my way." I smirked at him and dropped a few cubes in my glass.
"I told you, they are very entertaining to watch," Alice told Sylvia, giggling. "You should have seen them before they started dating."
"We weren't that bad!" Edward and I said at the same time. He shot me a smile, grabbing his glass.
"And the spat is over. See?" Alice continued.
"Why are you still here?" Edward asked Sylvia. "And you have to stop talking about us as if we aren't here," he added, looking at his sister.
"We started talking and it was really late when I realized what time it was. Besides, we had all drank. I wasn't going to put any of you to drive me back," Sylvia explained.
"Can we get on to business?" Alice chirped.
"What do you want?" Edward groaned, drinking from his glass.
"There are so many things to do! In less than a week, we're getting married!" she shrieked.
"Chill," Emmett grumbled.
"Don't tell me to chill! We still have to make that playlist, someone has to go and talk to Reverend Jackson and the house has to be decorated! And the driveway!"
I changed a horrified look with Edward. "Playlist!" I told her quickly. It would be really easy.
"Good. Sylvia already has a few songs in mind. You can work on that together. Is it okay?" Alice asked worried.
I shrugged. Of course it wasn't okay. The ex and the actual. There would be fireworks.
"Good. Good. Edward, you go and talk to Reverend Jackson. Emmett, you help me decorate. You have a say in this because it's your wedding too." That was really big coming from Alice.
"Why do I have to talk to Reverend Jackson? Can't you go? It's your damn wedding!"
"Because I'm busy here, you moron!"
"Maybe I'm busy too."
"You're not! And when you come back, I'll let you take everything off of every memory card in the house. Sylvia accepted to be the photographer." Alice beamed.
"I'm sure Dad would be disappointed," Edward muttered under his breath, downing the rest on the lemonade and dumping the glass in the sink. "Thanks." He kissed my cheek. "I'm going to talk to Reverend Jackson."
"Try his house first," Alice said sweetly, earning the finger from Edward. "And refrain from swearing."
"Fuck you." He disappeared up the stairs probably to shower before leaving.
"I'll grab my laptop. I have a few nice songs in there," Sylvia said.
"I'll drive you," Emmett offered quickly.
"No! You can borrow Emmett's car," Alice instructed. She was a little tyrant. She could have been Hitler in another life.
"I'm going to shower," I announced her.
"Separately!" she told me sternly.
"Yeah, please. No more hanky panky. I woke up at six, fucking six AM, thinking someone was demolishing the house!" Emmett said cunningly.
My face burned as I ducked out of the room. They had heard us. It was the bed's fault.
The day progressed slowly after that. Edward was gone for most of the day and Emmett and Alice were planning the House Decorating operation while I sat in the guest bedroom with Sylvia and worked on the playlist. It turned out to be harder than I expected.
We listened to a hundred songs, making sure they were suitable for a wedding. Trying to talk as less as possible wasn't a good idea. She was really great considering I had a grudge against her just because she had been with Edward so long ago. I was the one with the problem and once I let go of that, we became friends. Or close to, anyway.
She told me about her life in Chicago and how she had just broke up with her boyfriend after she found him cheating. She laughed, shaking her head and said that she just didn't have luck in love.
For lunch, Alice had ordered take out. After grabbing our food, we went back to creating the best playlist for the wedding.
It was past five in the evening and we were mostly done when my phone rang loudly, startling us. I scrambled with it before answering, confused as why Bob was calling me.
"Yeah?"
"Bella, I need your help!" he almost shouted. I could hear his baby crying in the background.
"What is it?" I wondered, raising one finger to Sylvia. She nodded.
"Mom and Tanya left early this morning to get Tanya's grandma from her house. She lives in Boise so they'll be back tomorrow or in two days. They're bringing her to live here."
"Okay. That's why you called?" I asked confused.
"No. I need your help. Irina is crying and I have no idea what to do. I mean…she's not hungry, I changed the fucking diaper and she doesn't want to sleep!"
"And do you think I know a thing about babies?"
"Well…"
"Bob, why don't you call your mom?" I asked, stressing the word mom.
"They're out of service or some shit. Is Edward's mom there?" He sounded really panicked.
"No, she's in Seattle. Do you have her number?" I felt bad for disturbing Esme, but I had no idea how to help him.
"I think so. Thanks. Bye." He hung up.
I stared at my phone, closing it. "Oookay," I said, turning to Sylvia that was watching me amused. "Sorry about that."
"It's okay. What happened?"
"To make a long story short, our friend, Bob, is a dad and…his girlfriend and mom are out of town. His baby girl was crying for some reason…and he called me," I explained, returning my attention to the laptop.
"Bob? Oh, how did it happen?" she asked. It was then that I realized she knew Bob.
I gave her a sideway glance. "You know that surely."
She laughed. "I know. I meant, he is our age!"
"Yeah, he is. It just happened, of what they said, they used protection." I shrugged. "How about Feels like Tonight by Daughtry?" I asked, pressing play.
"Oh, I love the song!" she said excited. "Actually, I love Daughtry," she admitted.
"He's pretty good." I nodded.
And it feels like tonight.
I can't believe I'm broken inside.
Can't you see that there's nothing that I wanna do,
But try to make it up to you?
And it feels like tonight,
Tonight.
It didn't really sound like a wedding song, but we decided to add it anyway, along with a few others of Daughtry's songs.
"I was talking about Chris, not only his music. He's so good looking, don't you think?" Sylvia asked.
"I guess he looks good if you're into bald people. I love his voice."
She looked almost scandalized that I wasn't sharing her love for him. "Too bad he's married," she sighed. "Who's your all time favorite?"
"Jon Bon Jovi," I answered quickly. "I'm still trying to get over the fact of how he's happily married and has four kids," I told her. "I really love that man."
"I truly hope you're speaking of me," came Edward's voice from the doorway.
I was about to tease him about it when Sylvia ruined my fun. "She's confessing her undying love for Bon Jovi."
Edward rolled his eyes, stepping inside the room. "Not again."
"Deal with it. And don't tell me you don't have a secret crush on some singer or actress. I don't believe you," I said, looking through the playlist. It was done.
"Don't say Megan Fox," Sylvia moaned. "Please, for my sanity's sake."
Edward looked confused. He didn't know Megan Fox! I was going to leave that as it was, no need to change his mind about her.
"You promise not to laugh? Both of you."
We nodded, waiting for the confession of the year.
"Okay, so I kind of had a crush on Joan Jett," he mumbled. "You didn't hear that," he added quickly.
"Me too!" I shouted before I realized what I said and clamped a hand over my mouth.
"She's a woman," Edward explained.
"I know that! But she's so…amazing."
"Should I watch out for what women to be jealous of too?"
"She's the only one I love," I admitted.
"She's pretty hot, yeah," Sylvia added.
We helped him take everything off every memory card in the house. And they had many. Then Edward went to drive Sylvia home.
"Grab some food and wait in my room. Lock the door," he whispered to me before leaving.
I was snuggled on his couch, a movie in the laptop and food next to me when someone knocked on the door.
"It's me. Hurry!" he said urgently.
I unlocked the door quickly and he slipped inside, locking it back. I could hear Alice yelling from the other side.
"If she thinks I'm going to do whatever she wants every day before the wedding, she's mistaken," he muttered, plopping down on the couch.
"Bob called me," I said casually, wanting to change the subject.
"I know, he called me first. I told him not to call you because you won't know shit either."
"I told him to call your mom."
"Yeah, he called back asking for her number. I was in the church, talking with Reverend Jackson and my phone kept ringing. It was weird." He grabbed the leftover pizza and munched on it.
"They should have taken Irina with them," I stated.
Edward laughed. "I'm sure it was payback, leaving him deal with her. I barely saw Tanya at school the past few months when Bob was there every second."
"Not really, he missed a few days."
"And Tanya missed a few weeks," he countered.
"Aren't you supposed to be on your friend's side? Think it was you in his place. Alone with a baby and with no idea what to do with it."
"I would have figured something. Honestly! How hard can it be?" Edward asked exasperated.
I laughed at him, shaking my head. "I don't know and I don't really want to know any time soon," I mumbled, glancing at him.
He gave me his crooked smile. "There goes my plan."
I scowled at him. "I put on a movie."
Edward seemed to get the hint and lounged on the couch with me between his legs after pressing play. From Paris, with love turned out to be an amazing movie.
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