This outtake is my contribution to the Fandom4Oklaholma compilation. Hope you enjoy it :)
Beta-Kitchmill Prereader-TwiMom12292005
After the Office
Edward leaves Essence Esthetics early in the afternoon with a satisfied smile, Bella's contact information and the promise that he will pick her up at six p.m. for their date that night.
When Rose and Alice return from their extended lunch, the waiting room looks as it did when they left. They listen for noises coming from the back of the office but hear none. In fact, it is so quiet that when Bella comes around the corner from tidying room 2, both Alice and Rose jump in surprise.
"Oh! Hey, Bella," Alice says, removing the hand that had involuntarily gone to her heart.
"Hey, girls," Bella says in passing, busying herself with meaningless tasks to avoid the look of expectation from her best friends. She is playing coy, but is eager to tell her friends about Edward. Just thinking about him makes her heart rate pick up just a little bit.
"Spill, chick. Don't make us wait," Rose insists.
Bella's attempt to conceal her happiness is futile. Before she can speak, the three are jumping around hugging each other. Her friends are overjoyed for her.
"Okay, deets," Alice squeaks, wiping a tear of happiness from the corner of her eye.
"Well, first, he didn't come here today to be waxed. Second, we have a date tonight and third ..." She pauses for dramatics. "He had his way with me against the door of the waiting room." Bella glances at said door and gets weak in the knees just from thoughts of having sex with Edward.
Another round of hug-jumping ensues.
After a heated discussion, the friends are at an impasse; Rose and Alice expect more details, which Bella has no intention of giving them.
The three compose themselves enough to be professional for the afternoon clients, but inwardly Bella's stomach is flipping and flopping with the anticipation of seeing Edward again that night. Will they have sex? Because she can't wait to sample more of him and maybe be the one in control this time.
Bella is ready for her date only seconds before she hears a solid knock on her apartment door. She practically runs to the door in order to see Edward even a second sooner than if she had walked like a normal person.
Edward is speechless when he sees Bella for the first time out of the usual scrubs she wears for work. He takes her in from head to toe and back again, from her peep-toe shoes, dark skinny jeans that hug her hips perfectly, to her light makeup and shiny brown hair that is out of its ponytail, loose and flowing around her shoulders.
Seeing her like this, outside of work, makes him realize how little he really knows about this woman who he can't wait to be around. However, he loves what he does know about her. Like taking her against the door, that was the hottest sex he'd ever had. Just a momentary thought and he's hard and ready to go. Down boy he thinks, his jeans suddenly feeling too snug.
Bella's giggle brings him back to the present, where he stands on the threshold of her apartment, flowers in hand, but has yet to speak.
"Oh, sorry. You just look so ... good, sexy. I'm not used to seeing you in regular clothes." He shrugs his explanation. "These are for you," he blurts, handing her a beautiful bunch of tropical looking flowers.
"Thank you. These are beautiful," she says, giving the bunch a big sniff. "I love the smell of these. I think they're called Pikake."
Edward leans over and sniffs the small, fragrant flowers, committing the name and smell to memory, and knowing the smell will forever remind him of Bella.
While he watches her flit around the kitchen arranging the flowers in a large vase, he also
glances around her apartment. It's simple, yet comfortable. He can see himself spending time here with her.
"What are you smiling about?" Bella asks when she's done with the flowers and turns to see Edward with a far off look and a smile on his face.
"Um, I really like your apartment. It's cozy."
"Thanks," she says, blushing.
"Come here," he says, opening his arms to her. She goes without hesitation, and it's familiar, like they've done it many times before. "Shall we go?"
"Let me get my jacket," she says, moving away from his firm, warm embrace.
He doesn't like the feeling of the loss of her warmth and pulls her to him again. "Wait."
She giggles against his chest and peers up at him, wondering what he's thinking.
She finds him smiling down at her. When their eyes meet, they have the same intensity as before. They both see in the other interest, desire, and now expectation.
His eyes travel to her plump, slightly glossed lips. He wants to know what flavor, if any, she is wearing. His head dips to meet her waiting lips. The kiss is sweet, not hurried like earlier in the day, yet it's full of want and promise.
He ends the kiss with small pecks to her now swollen lips and then rests his forehead on hers. "We better go. They're waiting for us."
"They?"
"Yeah. They insisted I bring you to our weekly night out," he says disappointedly.
"You go out with Rose, Alice, Emmett and Jasper every week?"
He nods. "Every Wednesday, same place, same time."
"We didn't have to go out tonight. We could have gone another night. I don't want to interfere ..." she starts but is interrupted by Edward's finger on her lips.
He smiles. "How many times have you been invited to join them, us?"
She smiles in realization. "You're right. Hundreds," she laughs. "Let's go."
They enter the bar and grill hand in hand, their fingers laced tightly together. Everyone seems to know each other. Many greet Edward fondly, the buxom bartender a little too fondly for Bella's liking. She summons Edward to the bar, her overflowing breasts hovering over the wooden surface when she leans to kiss him on the cheek. "Who's your little friend, Eddie?"
"This is Bella," he says, pulling her into his side and smiling adoringly down at her. He is oblivious to the overt attention from this woman, and now her obvious irritation with his glowing introduction.
Bella smiles at him in return, reveling in the attention he gives her and not the bartender.
Bella turns to the woman, her smile morphing into something fake and forced. "It's nice to meet you," she says, stepping away from Edward and extending her hand. Edward, feeling protective, steps forward along with Bella, not losing contact with her body.
"Hey. I'm Jane," the bartender huffs. Her limp hand meets Bella's firm grip. Jane's eyes widen, acknowledging the challenge in their handshake. Edward looks on, not knowing what to think of the girls' interaction, but senses he should get Bella away from Jane.
"Good to see you, Jane," he says, quickly ushering Bella to the table he and his friends always occupy.
"Bella," their friends say practically in unison, except for Emmett who says "Izzie."
"Hi guys," she says with a smile.
'"Bout" time we finally get you here," Emmett says loudly.
The friends eat, drink and play pool. The conversation is light, easy and familiar. It feels like the three couples have been doing this for months or years. However, it wouldn't be a night out with Emmett without him saying something inappropriate.
"Hey, we should go on vacation together … you know, the six of us. Maybe one of those all-inclusive things." He pauses. "Maybe we could go to Brazil."
At the same time, Bella gasps, Jasper chuckles, Edward groans, Rose smacks Emmett upside the head and Alice kicks him in the shin.
Emmett's pouts. "Too soon?" They all nod and laugh, while Emmett rubs his aching head and shin.
Edward and Bella love their friends, but they aren't where they want to be, which is alone together. Edward, tired of waiting to have Bella to himself, leans into her ear. "You want to get out of here?"
She nods quickly, thinking finally. They say goodbye to their friends, and Edward waves to the scowling Jane on their way out. Bella smiles and waves enthusiastically, thinking I'm leaving with him, bitch. She makes a mental note to ask Edward about Jane at another time.
"Why don't we go back to my place, we can put on some music, I have some beer and we can talk," Bella offers as they walk to Edward's car. She really does want to talk and get to know Edward better, but she also can't wait to get her hands on him.
His hopes rise at the thought of being alone with Bella. He doesn't expect sex and knows it's probably best to take things more slowly than they have been, but his body has other ideas. After helping Bella into the car and walking around to his door, he adjusts himself in his jeans before getting into the car. Bella notices his actions and gives herself a little inner fist pump. Enjoying the fact that her wet panties aren't the only thing uncomfortable between them.
"Make yourself at home. The bathroom is the first door on the right. Go ahead and put on some music too if you want. I'm going to change into something more comfortable."
Edward's mind goes directly to seeing her comfortably naked, which he hasn't had the opportunity to do. He has fantasized for weeks about seeing her bare and spread out on his bed, flushed, wet and ready for whatever he wants to give her. He wills his body and mind to slow down and calm down as he looks at her iPod for playlists.
Instead of naked, Bella returns wearing some short shorts and a tank top and carrying two beers. If she's wearing a bra, it's the thinnest one known to man, because her taut nipples are poking through the thin fabric, their dark color visible. He groans with want and frustration knowing those nipples will be taunting him all night.
Bella takes satisfaction in his reaction to her, since it mirrors hers to him. She only wishes he had something less confining to change into.
Sitting down on the sofa, she places the beers on the coffee table. She hopes Edward will sit next to her, not in the chair across the room. She practically pats the cushion next to her to ensure his closeness. Luckily, she doesn't have to because he sits down, only inches between her bare thigh and his jean covered one. Edward wishes he was wearing short pants just to feel her silky skin against his. Plus, shorts would be more comfortable considering his unwavering erection, one that he's had in some form since he picked her up at her house hours ago.
They fall easily into conversation, each sharing about themselves. They cover childhood, secret phobias, goals and even touch on the subject of past loves. During their conversation, they subconsciously move closer to each other, the draw unavoidable. By the time the beers are empty and the conversation lulls, Bella is nearly in Edward's lap.
Going into this evening, Edward vowed to himself that he wouldn't take this opportunity with Bella for granted, that he would seize any and every chance to be with her, to show her he wants her, but without pressuring her. Having her so close brings out a part of him he didn't know he had. An affectionate, protective, almost possessive side.
"This is nice," he says, rubbing her bare thigh with his hand.
"Um hmmm," she hums, watching his hand on her, dazed by the desire coursing through her body from a simple touch from him.
His hands move to her face, his long fingers tangling in her hair. "Your hair is so soft."
She holds her breath in anticipation of his kiss, one she feels she's been very patiently waiting for, when all she's wanted to do all evening is hump him senseless.
Her eyes flutter closed. He's so close that she can feel his warm breath on her face, but he doesn't kiss her.
When the need for oxygen becomes too great, Bella pulls back and takes a much needed breath, her eyes still closed.
"Were you holding your breath?" he asks, a smile in his voice.
She peeks at him from under her dark lashes. He is smiling, smirking.
She shrugs and smiles in return, a blush creeping up her body at being caught anticipating his kiss.
He chuckles at her response. "You are an interesting woman, Bella."
"How so?" she asks, genuinely interested in his answer.
"One minute you are shy and unsure, the next bold and confident."
"Which do you prefer?"
"I like everything I know about you, but ..." He hesitates while searching for the right words to say.
"But ..." she encourages him to continue.
"But right now I'd like you to tell me what you want."
Bella's response is silent and swift. She is on him, straddling his thighs, her hands laced in the hair at the back of his neck, her mouth and tongue seeking his. She'd rather show him than tell him.
He grabs her hips, steadying her on his lap, surprised but elated by her reaction. He smiles against her lips. God, he loves how she responds to him. Love ... that's an odd word for his brain to come up with.
His hands slide up her torso, under her shirt, finding her skin warm and smooth. He wants more, to touch more, to see more, just more.
She tugs on his shirt. "Off," she pants. He obliges by leaning forward, eager to follow her request. With his shirt discarded on the floor, he lifts hers over her head. Fair is fair.
Her hands roam his bare torso, soft, pale skin, lean muscles, a smattering of hair, a trail of darker hair leading to ... The sensation from his lips and fingers on her nipples jolts her. She moans, undulating her hips. Unable to find the friction she seeks, she moves her body forward, his jean covered bulge against her heated core. She pushes against him, and it's better, but not enough. Even when he thrusts up into her, there are still too many barriers between them.
She stands, hitches her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and lowers them slowly. His eyes penetrate, taking in her every move. She loves seeing him like this; it makes her feel sexy, powerful.
"You're beautiful," he says breathlessly. "Perfect."
He reaches for her, but she has other ideas. She kneels in front of him, her hands run up his jeans, over his aroused member to the button of his pants. His breath hitches, his eyes watching, desiring. She smiles at his reaction.
She unbuttons and unzips, moving slowly to free his rock hard cock. Now he's the one holding his breath. She stops. "Are you holding your breath?" she teases.
He rolls his eyes, but smiles. "You're killing me, woman." But what a way to die, he thinks. Watching, anticipating what this sexy woman is going to do with him. He just hopes he can last long enough to not embarrass himself.
When she finally gets a good, close up look at his cock, she smiles knowingly. She knew it would be perfect; big, straight, smooth and oh so hard.
She licks her lips in anticipation. When her tongue touches the sensitive tip, he moans, his eyes closing involuntarily. The feeling is painfully good.
Her warm mouth surrounds him. "Fuck," he mutters, body jerking, eyes wide. The heat, the wetness, the vibration from her humming, is almost too much.
He puts his hands in her hair, not pushing, not coaxing. He rubs her scalp in appreciation.
His eyes watch her every move. Her plump lips, in and out, the wetness, her eyes on him.
She sucks, hard. He jerks again, almost losing control. Her mouth feels too good.
Barely coherent, he warns, "Baby, you better stop. Come up here. I wanna be inside you."
The last stroke of his cock, she sucks harder, hums louder. He shudders, biting his lip, hands fisted in her hair, fighting to control his body. She releases him with a pop, leaving him panting, on edge.
"That was close," he moans at the loss of her touch.
"Stand up. I want you completely naked."
She removes his jeans, socks and shoes. Her touch anywhere on his body adds to his want and frustration at being so close to release, but not.
His eyes are so intent on watching her. She pushes him back down on the sofa. His now purple cock slapping against his stomach. She smiles, loving seeing him want her, need her.
She straddles him again. He grabs her bare ass with both hands, pulling her forward, their bodies flush. He kisses her, nibbles, licks, tongues swirling. She rocks against him, her wetness, his hardness. It's maddening for both of them.
When neither can take waiting any longer, she sinks down on him. He moans from the wet heat; she gasps from the fullness of him inside her.
She moves, deep and slow. He guides her.
His eyes roam her body from where they're joined, to her bouncing tits, to her parted lips, to her hooded eyes.
They kiss, breathing each other in. The desire builds.
He reaches between them, wanting her to come before he does. His touch elicits moans and his name falling from her panting mouth.
"You're so sexy," he says against her lips.
Her pussy tightens around him, bringing him quickly closer to his release. It's his turn to moan her name.
"Bella, I can feel you. Can you come for me?"
Her movements become erratic, her walls flutter around him. "Close."
"I'm gonna come," he pleads. "Oh, God. You feel so good. Ohhh ..."
"Edward," she screams, succumbing to the pleasure. Her body responding to his; tightening, pulsating.
"Bella," he growls, her orgasm hurtling him into a powerful release.
For what feels like a long time, they cling to each other, sweaty, panting, hearts beating wildly, him still inside her. Neither of them want to move, to break the connection, to burst the bubble.
Once their bodies begin to calm, Edward rubs soothing circles on her back. He likes how she feels, not just the sex, but the closeness, just her.
"Stay," she whispers.
"You want me to stay the night?"
She nods against his shoulder.
He whispers his answer. "Sure. There is no where else I'd rather be."
His response makes her snuggle in closer. He tightens his arms around her.
When his softened cock falls out of her, they both sigh. The mess they've created now needs attention.
She stands on shaky legs and extends a hand to him, which he takes without hesitation. They go into her bathroom and clean up. Still naked, they go into the kitchen for glasses of water and a quick snack.
They fall into her bed, sated and tired, Edward spooning her from behind.
He is surprised at how comfortable this feels. Nothing with Bella feels forced, fake.
"I like it here," he says without thinking. "I like you. It's not just the sex, which is incredible. I really like you."
She nods. "I like you, too. I've never had such a strong physical reaction to anyone before. We are very compatible," she giggles.
"That we are," he confirms. "I know we haven't known each other long, but because of our friends, I feel like I know you. Who you are, you know, your character."
"I know what you mean. It's like you've come with references."
"Exactly." He pauses, debating whether he should ask her or not. Throwing caution to the wind he blurts, "Is it too soon to ask if we could be exclusive?"
"Like boyfriend and girlfriend?"
He nods, anxiously waiting for more of a response from her.
"I don't think it's too soon. I feel like I can trust you. Plus, I think Emmett would kick your ass if you hurt me," she laughs.
Edward cringes at the thought, because Emmett could do some serious damage, but those thoughts vanish as soon as he realizes he does not plan to or ever want to hurt Bella.
"I'm willing to take that risk if you are," he teases. "In all seriousness, Bella. I want you to be my girlfriend. I think we might have something here, between us."
She turns over so they are laying face to face. "Something special," she confirms.
He smiles. "Yes, something special."
He pulls her close and kisses her reverently. She feels it down to her toes, but more importantly, she feels it in her heart, where Edward has already found a place.
A/N
I'd love to hear what you think.
I've donated a O/S that is very different, but very close to my heart for the Fandom4lls.
I've been writing again lately. I have a little something I plan to post next week so keep me on alert :)
Thanks for reading :)