The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: # 04
Pen Name: twilly | Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella | Rating: M | Word Count: 499
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Laid
"Fuck you," was my brilliant retort to Edward's wisecrack about me missing the dartboard entirely. My witty banter abandoned me about the same time as my aim, somewhere between the band's last song and my fifth...or maybe sixth drink.
"Jesus Christ, you're fucking crabby." He dropped the darts on the table. "You need to get laid."
I narrowed my eyes at my roommate. "That's your answer for everything, isn't it?"
"Pretty much." He grinned with that crooked smirk that's probably gotten him more tail this month than I've had my entire life.
"Pfft...," I huffed, slamming down my drink.
"No worries, friend-o-mine." He twisted in his chair, looking around the bar."There's at least a dozen guys who'd take you home."
I shook my head, hoping he'd blow off the idea before he forced my hand and I'd have to leave with someone..
He pointed at the table where the band was enjoying their post-set booze comp. "The bass player was eye-fucking you all night.
"And that one there." He pointed at a blond guy with a barely dressed woman hanging on him. "He'd leave that redhead standing where she is to bump uglies with you."
It might have been the drinks or my shitty week or the fact that I really did need to get laid, but his cavalier pimp-act pissed me off even more.
"Fuck you, Edward. I don't need you to pick-a-dick for me."
"Then find one to climb on and make sure it screws the bitch out of you, because you're seriously wound too tight." He didn't take his eyes off me as he lifted his beer to his lips and tilted his head to drain the bottle.
"Finding a hook-up isn't the problem!"
"Then what the fuck is?"
"You, asshole!" I flung myself against the back of the chair.
"Me? You need me to leave the apartment? Fine. Done. I don't need to hear some pencil-dick rutting over you anyway." He sat back and crossed his arms.
"That's not it, either." I closed my eyes, trying to hold back tears. Why do I have to be such a girl?
He leaned in, barely touching my arm with his finger. "Bella?"
"Every time I go out with someone else, let them touch me, or even think about them, I feel like I'm cheating on you." I stared at the table, unable to look at him. "I know that's fucked up…"
Admitting it to him was too much; I had to get out of there. I grabbed my purse and stood, ready to bolt, but Edward was faster. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him.
His large hands cradled my face, and he looked at me the way I'd wanted him to look at me since the day he moved into the apartment.
My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest, and I could hear my pulse whooshing in my ears.
"Finally," he breathed as his lips touched mine.
Thank you so much for reading and to GeekChic12 for looking it over. I almost ran out of words for the kiss, but several WC girls absolutely demanded it. Good call?
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