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Word Prompt: Lyric

Plot Generator—Idea Completion: Lapse of judgement

So much for "keeping in character". His words make me laugh, which makes him laugh, which makes him look so cute and unguarded that I kiss him anyway.

Kissing me back, he tosses me on to the bed and dives on, pinning me with his weight. I hold him tight, turned on by the feel of him so close despite the clothing between us. He pushes his hips against me, once, and then again, and it feels so good I start to push back. Letting go of his hair, I shove my hand between our lower halves and unbutton his jeans. And, holding his hips back some, he lets me. His kisses drift from my mouth to neck, then down to my chest where he bites softly.

I like that. I tug his hair; he bites again. We're rowdy tonight, and rough, and it's riling me up more and more.

Having handled the button and zipper, I push his pants down with my feet, just enough, to access what's beneath his underwear. I wrap my hand around him tightly, making him grunt into my cleavage before he comes up for air, all wild eyed and panting.

"Bella," he stutters.

I push my panties to the side - they're lacy and non-substantial and have been giving me a wedgie half the night - and then lock my legs around Edward, pulling him closer.

He groans, resisting. "Wait."

I kiss him.

He kisses me, stops, and drops his head. "Wait. I wouldn't do this without a condom."

"I'm not a groupie," I very nearly growl, unconcerned with my complete lack of consistency. We can role play later; I'm ready to get it on right the hell now. "I'm your girlfriend."

His eyes flash to mine, and he dips to kiss me, long and slow. "You're not just my girlfriend."

We kiss, deeply, and damn; I love the way he tastes. His body rocking against mine, getting closer to entering me every time...somehow it's even sexier with our clothes on.

"I want you to be my wife one day," he whispers, biting my ear as he thrusts into me. It is, by far, the best sex I have ever had.

"Did you mean it?" I ask, cuddled up against him in the cab on the way back to my hotel.

"I wouldn't have said that if I didn't mean it," he says, yawning. His arm around me tightens, and he pulls me closer even though I'm practically on his lap.

Warmth and tingles bloom in my belly. I look up at him, watching the play of passing lights on his face. "How are you so sure?"

"Aren't you sure about me?" he asks evenly, but I hear a note of doubt, and I hate that I put it there.

"I am so sure about you." Reaching up, I bring his face down so I can kiss him again. "It just happened really fast."

"I know." He runs his hand through his hair. "We can take it slowly."

"I..." I don't know what to say. Nothing about us feels like taking it slowly, but putting that into words…I can't.

"My parents only dated for a year before getting married," he says. "My dad said he knew she was the one...right away."

"My parents were together all through high school, but then only lasted a year of marriage," I say.

He stays quiet, listening.

"Em and I bounced back and forth between my parents until my sophomore year, when my mom moved to Phoenix." Yawning a little myself, I rest my head on Edward's chest. "I'm sure Emmett told you all that, though."

"A lot of it, yeah."

"I'm glad you guys are close."

"Me too. He's a good guy."

"When he's not being a pain in my ass."

Edward chuckles. "It's what he does best."

We fall silent, lulled by the quiet ride. At my hotel, Edward pays the cabbie, asking him to wait ten minutes, and then walks me up to my room.

"Will it always be this way?" I ask, wishing we didn't have to spend the night apart.

"Every coach is different, but...yeah. This is pretty typical for away games."

"Okay." Kissing his cheek, I hug him good night. "I'm glad I came out."

"Me too. I know...it wasn't easy leaving Chuck."

I shrug, nodding. "I'll bring her next time."

"Sounds like a plan."

"And…the other stuff…we'll talk about that."

"I know we will," he says, with a knowing smile.

"I love you," I say quietly, feeling the weight of my words in light of what we've discussed tonight.

"Love you, too." One last kiss, and he releases me. "I arranged for car service tomorrow. Call me if you need anything."

"You didn't have to do that," I say, opening my door. "I could've called a cab."

"I wanted to." Hands in his pockets, he watches me. "I'll see you in a couple of days."

"Okay."

"Okay."

I don't want to say good night, and he doesn't seem to want to, either, but in a few hours we'll be boarding planes for different cities. I give him a little wave and close the door.

On the plane, I'm dozing before we even take off - a true testament to how exhausted I am. It's been awhile since I pulled an all nighter, and my inability to deal with the aftermath is laughable.

I wake up when the plane hits the runway back at SeaTac. Blinking, I rub my eyes and look blearily around. It's overcast outside, a sharp contrast to the sun-drenched palette of Los Angeles.

Rose and Charlie meet me at the curb. Before I can even open the car door, I see Charlie smiling hugely and pointing at me through the glass. I toss my bag on to the passenger seat and then open the back door so I can give her a hello-kiss and snuggle.

"Hi, baby!"

"Hi, Mom!" Wrapping her arms around my neck, she squeezes the daylights out of me before a police officer passes by, advising us to move along. I kiss Charlie's face quickly before jumping up front.

"How'd it go?" I ask Rose, giving her an awkward side-hug from my seat.

"I'd love to say non-eventful, which would've been a good thing, but..." She checks her mirrors before pulling into the flow of traffic. "Emmett had a little lapse of judgement concerning the trampoline."

"Oh no." I cover my mouth. "What happened?"

"Embry was being rude, so I told him to go to his room. He started back-chatting me, which annoyed Em - you know he can't stand that - so he came out of the bedroom to deal with it. Anyway, next thing I know, he's chasing Embry, who was kind of laughing but I think kind of freaked out too...and then they ended up outsi-"

"And Uncle Emmettttt felt off the trampoline," Charlie interjects.

I turn, putting my finger to my mouth. "Interrupting cow," I whisper, earning a blush and a giggle from her.

"Well, yeah," Rose says, sighing. "He did fall off. He chased Embry right on to it and they bounced...collided... and the impact sent Em into the grass."

"Is he ok?" I ask, cringing.

"Landed funny on his arm, so the doc put it in a sling. It's not broken, just bruised really, really badly."

"I swear...only my brother."

"I know. He's pretty embarrassed, though. And Embry felt sooo bad. He's been an angel ever since."

I stifle a giggle, feeling both sympathy and amusement at the whole thing. "Man. I leave for two days..."

"He'll be fine. Mike and the team are going to pick up the slack on next week's job."

This upcoming week is going to be pretty busy, indeed. I make a mental note to ask Em if there's anything extra Maggie and I can take on to help lighten the load.

"Did you have a good weekend, Charlie?" I ask, turning in my seat.

"Yah. I helped Uncle Emmett carry his juice."

"That's good." Smiling, I blow her a kiss, which she catches, all exaggerated and goofy.

"Um, Aunt Rose."

Rose glances at her in the rearview. "What's up?"

"Can I hear Let it Go?"

Rose grimaces, pressing play on her iPod. "Can't wait till she lets go of this Frozen obsession."

"Tell me about it," I groan, settling back to endure my one billionth rendition of the song, singing along when I don't even mean to; that's how brainwashed I am.

Charlie sings along from the backseat, too, belting out the chorus while mumbling the bits she doesn't know.

"But Mom," she says, abruptly breaking off mid-lyric.

"Yeah?"

"Mom. I missed you."

I think back over the past forty eight hours, the fun parts and the nerve wracking. I'd love to say I'd do it all over again, in a heartbeat, but really - that's not my life. This is. I'll figure out ways to balance things one day at a time, but for right now, it feels really good to be back home with Charlie.

"Me too," I say. "So much."

Charlie and I watch Edward's Portland game from home, just me and her, popcorn and a pizza. She gets bored after awhile and wanders off to play, but I watch the whole thing. I'm getting better at following now, and it doesn't hurt having sports announcers provide running commentary on every play.

Once again, the Sounders beat the Timbers. I leap off the couch, cheering like a deranged sports fan, and then plop back down to send a congratulatory text Edward will see whenever he picks up his phone.

And when his commercial flight lands at SeaTac a day later, Charlie and I are there to pick him up.

some of you hate author's notes. sorry. but i see the reader/writer relationship as a two way street and sometimes this is the only way to communicate.

i can understand the varied opinions concerning bella's "role-play" and her thought process during. but this was her way of addressing the situation, making light of it, and being ok. she knows what she's getting into. confident couples can fool around like this w/out there being negative implications. like reader JK5959 said, so perfectly i thought, "Ha ha. Edward not so charming with the groupies, huh. He gets right to it. Lol. I suppose that was the point he was trying to make. With them it's just sex but with her it's everything. I like that."

it's interesting how differently we all look at things, and i so appreciate hearing and discussing it all with you. well, maybe not the sanctimonious guest reviewer, but those of you who signed in and expressed yourselves politely. much love.

thank you for reading, and for sharing your thoughts.

xoxoxo

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