The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: # 01
Pen Name: twilly | Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella |Rating: M | Word Count: 500
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"Are you close?" she pants.
He groans as she crashes down on him faster and harder.
Her back arches—a signal he knows well. He draws her mouth to his, swallowing her orgasm as he takes his with a couple of jagged thrusts.
She nuzzles his shoulder, waiting for her breathing to calm before they have to struggle to redress themselves in the confined space of the back seat.
He moves toward the door. "Wait. I'm not ready to go in yet," she says, curling on the bench and pulling his arm over her.
He folds himself on the floor of his SUV. It's uncomfortable for someone so tall, but he'd go through much more for her.
His hand slips under her sweater to rest on the tiny swell of her abdomen. "You know, I kind of like you being knocked up. No more condoms."
She traces his splayed fingers, overcome by the feel of his large, strong hand covering their growing baby so protectively. She shakes her head. "How did this happen?"
"Well—"
He laughs as she slaps his shoulder. "You know what I mean! We were always so careful."
He smirks. "My swimmers are too strong. Virile. Manly."
"Ah-ha, so this is all your fault. Remember that when we go in to tell them." She points vaguely in the direction of her house. "They're going to kill us. Do you know how many safe sex talks I've had to endure at that kitchen table?"
He kisses her shoulder. "You know it's going to be okay, though, right?"
She nods hesitantly. "Once I start showing, everyone at school will start whispering."
"So what? Let them whisper."
"Fine for you. You'll be the stud. I'm the one they'll call a slut."
"What if they call me a man-whore? You may have to marry me to save my reputation."
She turns to face him. His heart clenches at the sadness and uncertainty on her face. After staring at the buttons of his shirt for a moment, the beautiful eyes he fell in love with finally meet his. Barely loud enough to hear, she admits, "I don't want get married because of the baby."
Without breaking their gaze, he brushes the apple of her cheek with his thumb. "I don't want to get married because of the baby, either."
He kisses her with enough passion to convince her, yet not quite enough to rekindle her thank-god-the-morning-sickness-is-over horniness.
He sighs. "Ready for this?"
"No."
She reaches for the handle and climbs out.
Staring at her front door, she asks one last time, "Are you sure we should tell them together? Maybe we should tell yours first, then mine."
"We might as well get all the screaming about the embarrassment and ruining of their lives out at once."
He turns the knob, exposing them to the normal raucous din of home and uses the full authority of his voice to boom, "Kids. Swans and Cullens, to the table now. We have something to tell you."
Were you surprised a little? Even though they're afraid to tell their kids, it's kinda schmoopy, right?
When I free wrote this, it was exactly 600 words. Do you know how hard it was for me to start cutting away words that were clearly meant to be as evidenced by the fact that they added up to a nice, perfect, evenly, round 600? (In case you're new here, it was really hard. LOL) Thanks to GeekChic for helping we whack off 100 words. Yep, I just said she help me whack off. SMH. I'm sorry. I totally deserve that TWSS.
Also, if you read The Love Boat, there's a good chance it'll update this week. I know! You let it flow and it floated back to you. It's looooooooooooove! ;)