Special thanks once again to 2brown-eyes for always reading what I send :)
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Vampire—Olivia Rodrigo (the lyrics may not pertain to our couple, but the inspo def does)
November 2, 2023
Forks, Washington
"How are book Edward and Bella doing?" Real Edward is leaning against my office door, in the middle of the day, looking sexier than any man who turned fifty earlier this year has a right.
I give him an obvious once-over before saying, "Bella was just about to write the final lines of her best-selling YA series, but Edward interrupted her in the middle of the day."
He huffs a laugh as he saunters my way. "What might those last lines entail?" He leans down and places a series of soft kisses along my exposed collarbone. "Is Edward about to seduce his wife of almost thirty years?"
I yank his scrub top, pulling his lips to an inch away. "If she doesn't seduce him first."
We explode from there.
But we always have.
Tongues battle.
Hands grip and claw and tug.
Thighs lock onto a trim waist.
And my head thump, thump, thumps against the wall with each thrust.
The slight pain only adds to the orgasm that's shimmering on the horizon.
"Fuck, B," he grunts, gripping my ass tighter. "I don't know how much longer I can hold out."
"Faster," I murmur, my nails digging into the tender skin of his back. "Oh, god, Edward."
My mutterings become incoherent.
My husband falters slightly.
But he growls and thrusts harder.
My orgasm rushes over me like a tsunami, and I go limp in his arms as I ride the wave as far as it will take me.
I come back to reality sometime later, and Edward's face is buried in my neck. I run my fingers through the hair at his nape, digging the tips into his taut muscles. His groan vibrates through where we're connected, and I flex, pushing him out.
He chuckles. "I'm not seventeen anymore."
After he showers and changes and heads back to the hospital, I return to my computer to finish off the YA romance series that's mostly based on our teen years.
He chuckles. "I'm not seventeen anymore."
I kiss his jaw. "You're still every bit as sexy today as you were then."
He slowly starts to untangle us. "Ditto, B. I love you."
"Right back at ya."
"Always," he responds.
And he has.
Always loved me.
Even when I didn't think it was practical.
Or smart.
From those endless summer nights, through that long cold winter, and to the place where broken hearts go, Edward Cullen has always been mine.
All I had to do was reach out and take him.
The End
I felt horrible yesterday when someone mentioned the rink, and I get it, dayummmmm. I def should've had smth there. But we all know this ExB got some fly skating kids, and they still rock it around the rink. Maybe I'll write an outtake one day of one of Lacy's birthday parties there... no promises, but I'll keep in the back of my head and see if it wants out.
I hope this little revelation caught you by surprise, tho.
Ofc, it's been Izzy Cullen writing this all along ;)
I'll see ya soon-ish with something for Christmas that'll post drabble style, even though those chapters are running a little long. Starting date will depend on length :)
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Thanks for reading :)
