The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: # 08
Pen Name: twilly
Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella | Rating: M | Word Count: 499
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WARNING: This flash contains very dark subject matter. If you have any triggers, you may want to skip.
Unless your trigger is an OCD Edward who washes his hands too much, then it's totally safe.
Shiver
Tipsy from the martinis across the street, she stumbled into the dingy motel room with him close behind, steadying her.
They didn't see me cloaked in the darkness of the corner.
My love let her push him against the door, let her claw at his shirt until the buttons ripped from the material.
She shivered as her whorishly painted lips found his nipples. "So cold."
Spinning him around, she pushed him onto the bed. "Let's warm you up," she drawled, ripping her dress over her head.
He undressed as she pranced around, performing a cliched strip tease.
He stroked himself with unprecedented restraint, hardening in his own hand as he stared into my dark corner.
The slut pounced on the bed with an insipid giggle, straddling my lover's legs and sweeping her hands over his chest. "I'm safe if you wanna bareback."
He snickered at the irony.
Positioning him to her, she let out a keening moan as she sank to his root.
"Oh, my god, even your dick is cold."
He shrugged, tilting his hips slightly to encourage her movements. "I have a—condition."
The whore moved slowly at first, leaning down to kiss him. He turned his face away. She accepted his unspoken limit, satisfied to stare into the face that promised to love me for eternity.
"Are your contacts hand painted or something? I've never see such vivid red ones before."
Avoiding the question, he thrust into her as hard as he dared.
His nostrils flared at the scent of her arousal, knowing she'd release more adrenaline and serotonin as she came closer to her release. He knew how to play the edge, waiting for the oxytocin.
His large hands palmed her fake tits, careful not to burst them with an overly aggressive squeeze.
"Oh, god," she chanted over and over as she began to bounce.
With no pretense of human speed, I rushed to straddle my mate, pressing my nude body to the whore's back. Before she could react, my fingers dug into her hip, my other hand pressing into the place just above their coupling. Taking control of her movements, I rocked her, grinding her against him.
"Don't stop on my account," I whispered with my lips pressed roughly against her neck. Her heart sped with more fear-induced adrenaline. "You seem to enjoy fucking my husband."
She whimpered as she sagged against my body. "I didn't know."
Pulling his hand from her breast, I brought his wedding band eye-level. "Liar."
I pressed my hand harder into her pubic bone, pushing her faster and rougher. My love sat upright, the three of us rocking in a fevered rhythm. His lips crashed into mine over her shoulder.
My hand raked through his hair. "You picked a good one this time, lover."
"She's close," he murmured against my lips.
His face moved to her other shoulder. I nodded, striking my thumb against her clit.
Her wild, orgasmic scream faded as we sank our teeth into her heated flesh.
WARNING #2: If any vampires reading this, the behavior contained within is NOT ACCEPTABLE behavior.
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Next flash we go back to our regularly schedule fluff. ;) Speaking of fluff, TLB is in being run through the pre-reader 3000 machine as we speak. (Unless you're reading this in like a year, because it totally shouldn't take that long.)