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Chapter Nine

"You've been holding out on me," I panted, becoming breathless and needy as Edward hummed against my neck.

His hair fell in my face before he looked up, catching my expression. "How so?"

"You're a really good kisser," I claimed, running my index finger over his bottom lip. He shook with a low laugh and I scoffed. "Why are you laughing? I'm being serious."

"I know you are," he said, kissing my finger before I pulled it away. "That's why it's so funny."

"Well, I think it's rude. Lips like that need to be shared," I explained, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him back down to kiss me.

His lips moved against mine deliberately slow, then he pulled away. "I'm sorry I didn't share my...kissing skills with you sooner?"

"You're forgiven. Why haven't we kissed before?" I asked, my chin suddenly feeling raw from his scruff.

"Because you never wanted to," he said simply, truthfully. "Or something," he added with a grin.

"Or something." I repeated, rolling my eyes. "Hey, is my chin red?"

He inspected my skin, lust clear in his eyes as he gently ran a finger over my chin. "Beard burn looks good on you. At least, burn from my beard."

I licked my lips, missing the taste of his mouth on mine.

"You like the way your beard burn looks on me?" I asked quietly, reeling from his words and the way he was staring down at me.

"Well, yeah. I do."

Impatience quickly took over. "Can we get to the good stuff now?"

"The good stuff?" he asked playfully, licking his lips while staring at mine.

"Yeah. You know." I tried raising my eyebrows, giving him a sultry stare. The look on his face told me it was more amusing than seducing.

"You're drunk, Bella," he accused, rolling over to lie next to me.

"So?" I scoffed, propping myself up on one elbow. "What does that matter?"

"Call me old fashioned, but I'm not going to 'get to the good stuff' when you're drunk."

"But...that's...stupid," I deadpanned.

"To you, maybe." He had his 'I'm not changing my mind' face on. I both hated and loved that face.

"No. It's not just stupid to me! Everyone thinks it's stupid. I bet if I called Rose, she'd think it's stupid." I sat up on my knees, tugging at the waist of his jeans. "Do it for Rose! She wants us to hook up."

"What?" he asked, confused, linking our fingers to keep me from ripping off his jeans. "I'm not going to hook up with you for Rose. I'm not going to 'hook up' with you, period."

"Edward," I whined.

"Bella," he mocked tone. "No."

My face fell and dizziness took over. I was exerting myself too much, trying to convince him to hook up with me. He was making this too hard. He was supposed to give in and ravage me until I was no longer confused.

"Is this because you've seen me snort orange juice out of my nose?" I asked hesitantly.

He laughed, loud and genuine. "Trust me, that's not it."

"You don't...find me attractive, then? Why won't you hook up with me?"

"Fuck," he groaned. "Bella. You don't know how bad I want to be with you," he said earnestly, my chest tightening at his words. "But I don't want you to only be with me because your friend Jose is telling you to."

"I don't even have any friends named-" I paused, frowning as my stomach turned at the mention of tequila. "Oh. I get it now."

"You sure?" he asked, smiling at me as he tugged on my arm. "I can explain it to you. I've got all night."

"Yeah, I know you do." I pouted, lying next to him. He lifted his arm and wrapped it around my shoulder, pulling me against his side.

"Look," he began, lowering his voice. I kept my head on his chest, stifling a yawn. "It's been a long time coming. I think I can wait one more day until you're sober enough to remember, okay?"

"Ugh!" I screamed, sitting up again. "You can't say sweet shit like that and expect me to just...go to sleep! No. No. This is happening."

I jumped off the bed and tripped towards the closet, shuffling through my clothes.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't act like you're all gentlemanly and never hooked up with a drunk girl before," I screeched.

"You're not just a drunk girl," he mumbled, slowly sitting up to get a better look at what I was doing.

"Prom night. I bet you hooked up with your drunk date. So..." I yanked off the plastic wrap that was covering my prom dress, tossing the hanger to the floor. "Pretend it's prom night and I'm the lucky bitch you asked to be your date."

He smirked, biting back a laugh. "You're into role play?"

"Sure. Whatever." I lifted my shirt over my head and frantically tripped out of my jeans. Edward swallowed hard as his eyes lingered a beat too long over my body, staring as I fought to slip the dress over my head.

"I think you needed to unzip it first," he said helpfully.

"Fuck. I'm stuck," I said with my arms above my head, trapped and suffocating from the silk and other stupid material prom dresses were made from.

It was silent before his laugh filled the room. It seemed to go on forever as I stood there, arms in the air, waiting for his assistance. Then I felt his his warm fingers dig into my hips, causing my skin to break out into goosebumps. Though I couldn't see his face, I knew he was smiling at the reaction his touch elicited. I shivered as he helped slip the dress down and over my body.

"It's a little tight," I commented, staring down at the dress. "But that might make it easier for you to rip it off, right?" I asked conversationally.

Rolling his eyes, he tugged on my arm and led me back towards the bed. "Come on, Prom Queen. Let's get you to sleep before you hurt yourself," he patronized.

I sat on the edge of the bed and he stood in front of me, his legs on either side of my thighs. Staring up at him as he swept the hair out of my face, he smiled and leaned down slowly, lips hovering over mine, but not kissing me.

"You're trying to kill me," I whined, causing him to smile against my lips.

"You're no use to me if you're dead," he teased, pecking my lips a few times. I deepened the kiss, pulling at his shirt until I was leaning back against the bed and he was lying on top of me.

I groaned in annoyance, pulling away. "I need you to fuck me. You say you're not trying to kill me, but you are. You totally are."

"I'm going to need you very much alive for what I plan on doing to you," he whispered in a rough voice.

"That's..." I trailed off, swallowing as his gaze darkened. "I was going to say that's hot, but now all I'm thinking about is necrophilia. I think it's time for bed."

"I think you're right."

A/N: I just...I don't even know. Thanks for reading.

Thanks to the pretty Mshavisham79 for pre-reading.