Word Prompt: Tote
Plot Generator—Phrase Catch: It's a sure thing.
Something True
A Sure Thing
This Winter
When they release each other, Edward clasps Bella's hand, leading her to his bedroom. At the end of the bed, Bella stops.
He kisses her cheek where a tear used to be.
He kisses her lips after that like he can't help it and like he isn't going to stop, while his hands roam. Beginning at her shoulders he runs his hands down, around the curve of her breasts, pausing at her sides. He lifts her shirt off, followed by his own.
Brushing over her bra, his touch is soft and then pressing. He lets his fingers fall down her bare skin, kissing her shoulder and up her neck over her jaw, her cheek, to her lips. His kisses are all rough until he reaches her lips where they soften. They're slow kisses, so slow they could last for days.
Bella explores his body too, his stomach, his ribs, his chest—heart pounding underneath.
He stops and looks at her. Pulling the cup of her bra down, he presses parted lips and the tip of his tongue to her breast. He unhooks the clasp at her back and drags bra straps down her arms. Material falls.
She embraces his neck, sighing, a small moan.
His knuckles press into her stomach as he unbuttons her jeans. He slides them down and she steps out. She does the same for him, unbutton, unzips, pushes denim down.
Bella in nothing but panties, Edward in nothing but boxers, he reaches around her hips, squeezing, lifting her up and against him. Her feet actually lift off the ground for a second and she feels him, his hardness. She gasps or whimpers or moans. Or all three at once.
He says her name and places open-mouthed kisses all over her skin, bending to kiss anywhere he can. Kissing slowly her chest, a line down her stomach, her hips, her thighs. Weaving her fingers through his hair, she lets her head fall back, face to the ceiling, just feeling what he's doing to her, whatever he wants. This isn't having sex, not yet, but even if she's standing up, this has to be what's meant by making love.
A ribbon of sunlight stretches across the bed and then across Bella as Edward lays her down. Using her forearms, Bella scoots herself higher on the bed, Edward crawling after her, holding her waist.
With her palms to his lower back, she pulls him between her legs. He drops his hands from her waist to the mattress, steadying himself. He grinds into her. Then again.
Rolling over, Edward guides Bella on top of him, her knees on either side of his hips. He rubs her against him, squeezing her thighs, sliding her forward and back.
She's holding tight to his shoulder, leaning over him, kissing. Another pull at her hips and rub from him, and her hand slips down his chest, her kiss faltering. A low sound comes from his throat.
"God, Edward," she says against his mouth.
"I know. You feel so fucking good." He lifts his head to continue their kiss.
Bella can't feel anything but him and she's losing her mind. With her hand still on his chest and their kiss, and his breath in her mouth, she understands what he meant when he said her breath was the same thing as his heartbeat. She understands.
Tears sting her eyes, but she blinks them away.
He draws his hands up to her breasts and she continues the circling of her hips on her own. She can't help herself.
With a groan he turns Bella onto her back again.
Running his fingers down her stomach to her panties, he presses with his middle finger. With a gasp she grips his shoulder and pushes her head back into her pillow. Every breath is shallow.
Bending her knees, she lets her legs fall open. The smallest quirk at the corner of his mouth and he dips his hand inside her panties. She sighs, her eyes closing, her hips lifting toward his finger.
Taking the straps of her panties, he slips them down her thighs and off the ends of her toes. Kiss after kiss over her body, sometimes tongue, sometimes a nibble, he makes his way up to her lips.
"Do you want this?" He slides his hand up her side toward her ribs, his lips not leaving hers.
She listens to the sounds their lips make when they pull and release, feels the warmth and tingle of his tongue on hers. She takes in a gasp of a breath and keeps the kiss going, trailing her hands up and down his smooth back.
"You want this?"
She doesn't realize she hasn't answered his question. Until he repeated it, she didn't even remember that he asked it.
"Yes." It's a whisper.
He reaches for a drawer and grabs a condom. He places it on her chest, asking her to open it. She does and hands it to him.
She watches the flex of his bicep as he puts all his weight on his arm to slide his condom on.
He's between her legs and she's pulling on his hips.
"Bella," he says, voice strained, as he enters her, the shape of her name moving from his lips to hers.
The pain shocks her and she stiffens. She hadn't expected it to hurt. She thought that was only supposed to happened the first time.
He pauses. "You okay?"
She relaxes. "Yeah. Yes." She tugs at him and he starts moving again.
After a little while the pain eases and she feels what she's supposed to feel, like nothing she's ever felt before.
She's out of her head. Her mind is spiraling toward some other world.
He kisses her like he needs her, touches her like she's his to touch, moves in her like nothing is more important than her in this moment, in this bed, under his body. The noises that come from him emphasize everything inside her and she realizes that once again she was wrong. This is making love.
"I've never felt this," she whispers or maybe just thinks it. It's hardly audible.
"Me neither." Another whisper, all breath, and Bella's heart races.
Too much feeling, she turns her head to the side with a gasp to catch her breath. He kisses her temple and then just below her cheekbone, all the while moving with her.
She grabs on to his arms. Squeezes
He groans as he speeds his movements, holding her thigh and then running his hand up her side to her shoulder.
Her breathing is sporadic until it stops. The room disappears. The bed, the house, everything's gone. She's nowhere.
"Bella?" A kiss to the side of her head. "Bella?" A kiss to her cheek. "Are you here?"
Opening her eyes she turns her face to his. "I don't know."
She smiles and he smiles back, wide and happy, tired eyes glistening.
Falling to his side, he pulls her with him, her body flush to his, sticky stomach to sticky stomach, leg to leg.
Fingers run down her spine, shivers run up.
They talk in quiet voices, almost whispers, like they don't want to wake themselves from this dream.
Bella caresses the scruff on his jaw and trails her thumb across his cheek. They don't look away from each other's eyes.
"When did you know you would be a composer?"
"Birth."
"Really?"
"No." He laughs, shaking his head. He kisses her forehead. "I think I knew music had me after I played the piano for the first time in front of an audience and people clapped for me."
"How old were you?"
"Nine. I played some easy version of the Charlie Brown theme song. But it was different because it wasn't like I wanted to keep playing for an audience. I wanted other people playing my songs. Like I was playing Guaraldi's."
"Then what happened?"
"And then..." He rolls to his back, his arm around her shoulder, his fingers moving along her arm. "Um... when I was about fifteen my piano instructor let me compose my own piece. He liked it enough to have me compose a few more, and he composed some, and that show was all original songs. So that was it. After that I knew what I was."
Bella relaxes to her back, her neck resting against Edward's arm, her hand holding his over her shoulder. Both of them gaze up at the ceiling. "That's kind of perfect." She slides her fingers between his, up and down, linking and unlinking and linking again.
"What about you?" he asks. "What was little Bella like? You got dirty all the time, didn't you?"
"No."
"Muddy."
She laughs. "No." She elbows his side. "I wore dresses and ribbons in my hair."
"But what were you like?"
"I was probably dreaming of a way to get away from my family. When I was ten I used to think if I could just get into the mailbox, I might be mailed somewhere. Somewhere better. Like that was all it took to be mailed, get in the box."
"You were sad?"
"Sometimes. I got used to it I guess, so it wasn't consuming. Or maybe it was. Maybe that's what consuming is."
He hugs her close and kisses her head. "You tear at my heart."
"Don't say that."
"It's the truth. I thought you wanted the truth."
"Okay. Say it. But anyway, I'm not sad right now."
"Me neither." His deep voice vibrates through his chest to her ears.
"You said that before."
"Yeah... speaking of that. Bella, was this your first time?"
She draws her fingers up his side and stops with her palm to his chest. "No. But my first time was fast. And weird."
"That sounds right."
She's sure her version of fast and weird is a lot different than his.
They stay in bed all day, only getting up to feed Biter, let him out to pee and run, and to pet him a little. She pulls his soft ears through her hands. She's on her knees and he's sitting, and they're face to face. He's so big. She imagines he's close to full-grown. More of his legs are covered in tan now. She hopes the rest of him remains black.
"I like you naked in my living room," Edward whispers from behind her. "But still—" Stealing Bella away from Biter, Edward practically totes her by the waist back to bed.
She isn't exactly naked, but she's mostly naked. She's wearing her bra and underwear, and Edward's in his boxers.
"Can I watch Biter every time you have to go away from now on?" She asks, climbing under the sheets.
Edward meets her in the middle, lying on his side, dropping his arm over her waist, tracing her skin. "Yeah. I didn't know that would—" he breathes a laugh or a scoff through his nose "—All that with your mom. I thought I was helping by asking Rosalie."
"We're lazy," she says, dropping her head to the pillow.
"Finally."
He buries his face in her chest and she wraps her arms around his head, trapping him there.
"Let's save this day no matter what, Edward."
"It's ours," he says.
A/N: Thanks so much for reading and all the beautiful reviews! Just to give you an idea on length, I have six more chapters outlined.