Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
I drank my beer quietly watching them.
They laughed along with the women who sat down beside them and bought at round of drinks for them all.
I waited and without fail, Edward excused himself.
I watched him slip off to the restroom and then waited just a moment before sneaking in behind him.
The latch on the door still there as it was from the last time, I had been in this tiny room with him.
I remained silent, letting him finish and zip up as I waited for him to notice me pressed up against the counter like he had once had me.
Edward jumped as he turned to find me there.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he hissed lowly as he looked over my shoulder towards the door behind me.
"So much, but you know all about that, don't you?" I replied sweetly as I watched him flinch in response.
We stood facing each other.
"At least let me wash my hands," he muttered as he stepped closer to me. I could the heat from his body touching me waves as he attempted to make me step aside.
I barely moved, granting him enough space to complete his task, but not without touching me.
"She's lovely, Edward," I commented and then watched him snarl in response.
"I thought about going over to introduce myself, but…"
"You will not go near her," he growled at me as his eyes flashed fire.
"You can't stop me," I snickered softly, pointing out the uncomfortable truth that he knew all too well.
"You will not..." he began, talking over the top of me as I laughed at him. His hands took hold of my upper arms, holding me in place against him.
"Or what? What will you do?" I laughed softly as he wedged me between the counter and his form.
"That's right," I cooed, pressing hard against him. "You'll do nothing."
He glared at me, but I could see the fear in his eyes.
He hadn't told her anything about me and for some reason that only added to my anger.
"What?" I commented. "You didn't tell her about me?"
His silence was loud. So loud that it filled the small room between us.
"I bet you didn't tell her how you fucked me on your desk this week, did you?" I demanded in a whisper as I watched his eyes go dark with desire at the mention of our last time together.
"Or how she was sitting in my seat at our table."
I watched his eyes go wide for a moment as recognition washed over him then narrow again.
"I bet you never told her how you have fucked me on this very counter top, did you?" I asked as I felt his grip loosen on my arms just enough to slip free in order to wrap them around his neck. I pulled him close to me as I remained pressed against his body. I could feel him and the growing reaction to my words.
"Remember how there was a line waiting to use the bathroom, but you didn't care. We just kept going. It was like we couldn't stop," I whispered against his lips conjuring that memory of us in the space that it occurred.
"Remember how we left and fucked again in your car?" I laughed softly as I pressed tight to him, willing him to remember that night.
"That old man from a table over watched us, remember?" I said as he opened his mouth to speak or protest. I wasn't sure which.
I didn't care either.
I needed this.
"Remember how you whispered in my ear how jealous he was that wasn't buried in my tight pussy," I snickered as he stared at me.
"I can almost feel you inside me again when I think about it," I said in a low whisper, as I watched his eyes dilate with desire.
"You think about it too, don't you?" I asked before pressing a kiss against his lips, biting back the moan from tasting what was Edward on my tongue.
They were warm, tasted of Guinness and want.
"Admit it," I demanded from him in a low whisper while running my hands down his shoulders over his chest before coming to rest at his waist.
Edward remained silent.
I could feel the electricity on the air between us as I kept pushing him to answer.
"That you dream about me."
"That when you are stroking your cock alone at night that it's me you think of."
My words set him off as he practically lunged at me, gripping my head as he kissed me. His lips were no longer soft and warm, but instead hard and demanding.
His fingers tangled in my hair as his tongue probed my mouth, tangling with mine as my hands circled his narrow waist before dipping lower.
I wanted him on his knees like how he has left me so many times.
I wanted to taste his skin and memorize how it felt against mine.
I wanted him to burn like I did.
I reached lower, tracing over his growing hard on that his dress pants did nothing to hide.
His kisses were harsh, biting as they moved from my mouth to my neck as I felt his hands cup and hold my breasts.
I worked in a rush to undo his pants, freeing him as he began to push me down.
I lowered myself to my knees and took him in my hands as I looked up at him.
He was beautiful.
Almost inhumanly beautiful as he looked down at me, his hair a mess, his lips kiss swollen and his eyes on fire with want.
"You always did like me on my knees," I whispered before licking him from base to tip as he hissed in response.
"Shut up," He mumbled as I took him in my mouth, sucking and stroking the way I know he loved.
Once more his hands went to my hair, tangling in its length as he held my head, moving it to the rhythm that he needed. Pushing himself deep as I took every inch without gagging to badly as he guided my head in what he needed. I watched the deep look of concentration on his face as he mindlessly caressed my checks as I worked him over and over again. His eyes were dark from desire as he watched me like how I knew he liked. I listened to his moans and whispers of my name on his lips as I sucked him hard, focusing where he loved as my hands would work his length. His panting and moans grew louder as his legs began to tremble.
This was the Edward I knew.
The one with a curse word on his lips and a moan of desire.
His hand gripped my hair tight as he held my head still as he let out a loud groan of approval as he came before whispering my name in an almost loving manner as I swallowed in time with each jerk of his release. After a long moment of continuing to work his member softly and a final shudder from him I released him from my mouth. The silence in the small bathroom turned awkward as we looked at each other without the blinders of sex.
I stood up and straightened my dress as Edward remained motionless and exposed.
"We can't keep doing this," he whispered softly, almost as if he was speaking to himself.
"Yet we do," I shrugged, almost feeling giddy over the wave of regret that was clearly engulfing him.
I watched him, with shaking hands tuck himself away, but not before I noticed my lipstick clear smudged on the base of his cock.
Maybe she would see it too.
He washed his hands and smoothed down his hair, but it did nothing to hide how red faced he was or the dark look that took over in his eyes.
I watched him attempt to open the door and fail as he noticed the lock was latched before removing it to open it once more.
He took step out without looking back at me.
"Go enjoy your engagement party, Edward," I said as I watched his step faulter just enough for him to pause.
"But remember it's my lipstick that is on your cock."
He was at a full stop over my words, but he did not look back. Instead, he took a deep breath and began walking once more.
I slipped out from underneath the warm, protective arm of my husband as he slept. I looked back at him for a moment taking in his dark hair and handsome features at their most unguarded with a pang of guilt. I should be sleeping tucked into next to him. I should be dreaming of the life we have or could make, but instead here I was in the dark leaving him behind once more. I waited to make sure he was still sound asleep before slipping down the hall to the empty bedroom next to ours.
Silently I made my way through the dark to turn on a moon shaped night light that brightened the room just enough to see. I opened the closet door and reached back into the back shelf. It was almost liked I was going back in time as I pulled out the battered show box that I had kept hidden there. Like so many times before, where the dreams were too much or the taste of Edward was too fresh, I would find myself here with this box.
I slowly opened the lid as I took a deep breath. In that moment it was almost as if I could taste the sweetness of the flowers in the air and taste the salt of his skin. I looked at picture after picture of a time that seemed like a life time ago.
"Why do you keep taking all those pictures?" Edward asked me with a grin as I snapped another picture of him, shirt off and red faced from another illicit moment in the meadow.
"Because I don't ever want to forget," I admitted, hating that sappy feeling that came every time he smiled at me like that.
"Forget what?" he asked as he tossed me my shirt, but I just left it off.
"You. Me. Us," I said with a shrug that made him laugh.
God, I loved that laugh.
"I seriously doubt that you could ever forget me," he laughed before pulling me close him once more.
AN:
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