The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: 8
Pen Name: Glitterb1234
Pairing/Character(s): Bella+Edward
Rating: T
Word Count: 498
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Once again, I've been abandoned.
It's hard to the only single girl in a group. Either you're left alone while your friends all dance with their significant others, or they're desperately trying to find a guy for you even if you don't particularly want one. And you can't say you don't want to go out because they call you a stick in the mud or boring, or they say it won't be the same without you, even though you can't remember the last time they paid you any attention at all while you were out.
So here I sit, guarding the drinks and our spot at the bar, while Alice and Rosalie grind up against their respective boyfriends and draw the stares of every other male in the room.
I fidget with the hem of my dress, trying to pull the unforgiving lacy material further down my thighs. I don't dress up like this on a regular basis, and part of me is glad not to have to try dancing in these heels; more than two inches and I'm bound to make a fool of myself.
"You here all on your own, pretty girl?" a deep voice asks from behind me.
I turn, expecting to see some drunk frat boy leering at me through his beer goggles, and instead find possibly the most attractive man I've ever seen giving me a very sexy smile from behind the bar.
I smile back, trying to look at least passably attractive - I don't dare hope for sexy.
"Actually, I'm here with some friends, but they've left me."
He makes a show of looking shocked. "What? Abandon a pretty girl like you? I don't believe it."
I point my group out to him. "There they are. But I should probably warn you, the big one is my brother, and he's very protective."
"I'll make sure I don't get on his bad side then," ha says with a grin. "I'm Edward by the way."
He sticks his hand out across the bar, and I give him mine, blushing a little when he kisses it instead of shaking.
"I'm Bella." I reply. "Nice to meet you."
He grins, then begins mixing a drink, the silver metal mixer flipping artfully through the air as his skilful hands toss it back and forth without a care. Finally he pours the colourful liquid into a Martini glass and slides it across the bar to me.
"For the beautiful Bella," he announces grandly, then winks. "On the house."
I thank him, sipping the drink tentatively. He's called away by someone then, but I watch him for the rest of the night, and whenever he can he comes back to me. I stay long after my friends have left, unwilling to leave him.
When I wake up next morning, I'm in his bed, his naked body firm and delicious under mine, with a wonderful ache between my thighs and equally wonderful memories.
Well, that escalated quickly.