Prompt: Help Me Pack

Friday, August 15, 2003

Why do I always wait until the last minute to do anything? And it always bites me in the ass. Ugh, I never learn!

Edward and I are going on our first real vacation tomorrow. We've done several weekend trips, of course, but this is the first time we are going away for a whole week. We are heading to Aruba and I've heard nothing but good things about it. I'm very excited.

I was supposed to do laundry last night, so I'd have clean clothes to pack…I was so proud of myself that I was going to do it Thursday and not wait until the Friday before we left. Most normal people probably would have done their laundry the weekend before. But not me, no. How last minute can I do it and still have time left to pack? Thursday sounded great.

And then there's a freaking blackout all over the east coast. OMG, it even hit Canada. What. The. Hell. All my best laid plans down the drain. I really thought I was going to have to pack dirty cloths to take to Aruba and hope the hotel could do laundry for me.

But at 7pm tonight, the power finally came back on. Hallelujah! I heard some clicks as everything turned on, saw my DVR clock blinking and then the loudest cheers roared out from all the surrounding apartments. Everyone has their windows open - it is so hot - so there was no mistaking that sound of joy from everyone.

So now I'm in the middle of doing laundry, hoping there won't be any rolling blackouts that they've been warning us of. I'm too scared to tempt the elevator, so I have to walk up and down 5 flight of stairs to get to the building's laundry room from my apartment.

I'm waiting for the load in the washer to finish before I need to go back down and put it in the dryer when Edward walks in. We agreed to spend the night at my apartment so we can head over to the airport early tomorrow morning.

"Hey Bella, how's it going? Why is it so hot in here, the power's back. Turn on the air conditioner."

"I'm doing laundry for the trip. I just don't want to use too much electricity at one time, so I thought I'd feel less guilty if I don't turn on the air conditioner until the laundry's done."

Edward gives me that sexy lopsided smile of his. "OK, then get your sweaty ass over here, love. I've been missing you all day. Let's start this vacation early."

"Edward, I'm not ready yet. I was supposed to already be packed, but this blackout ruined everything. I'm sorry, but I still need to finish the laundry so I can pack everything tonight."

He looks a little disappointed, but just sits on the sofa. He's still got a mischievous look on his face, though.

I look at my watch and realize the washer should be done, so I tell him I'm heading down to put my clothes in the dryer. He insists on coming down with me. Once we get in the laundry room, his hands are all over me. This is making it very difficult to transfer the clothes from the washing machine to the dryer. "Sweetie, you are not helping," I laugh.

"Fine," he pouts. He is so cute even - or especially - when he's pouting.

We head back up to my apartment and I start laying all the non-clothes items out on my bed that I need to pack. Edward comes up right behind and grabs both of my breasts with his large hands. "Hey, again…not helping," I squeal.

Edward just laughs. "I can't help that I find you so sexy, Bella." He starts pulling down my tank top strap and kissing my shoulder. The next thing I know, the shirt is around my waist and Edward is playing with my breasts.

"Edward, come one. Just let me get this done. I promise I'll be all yours once we're on vacation." I pull my shirt back up and continue to pack up my toiletries, suntan lotion, sun hats and flip flops.

"I don't think I can wait that long, Bella. Seriously, you're all I've been thinking about all day," Edward continues, this time grabbing my ass.

"Oh my god, Edward. We have an 8am flight tomorrow. There's no time. Get your ass into the living room and sit on the sofa like a good boy until I am finished packing," I scold.

"OK, Bella, you just sounded like a sexy school teacher and I am even more turned on now."

Edward is now grinding against me and I give up. I turn around to face him.

"Fine, you win! But you are getting my clothes out of the dryer and doing the rest of my packing after this."

"Anything you say, Bella," Edward growls as tosses everything off the bed, lays me down on it, and starts kissing me.