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Bella's eyes slowly cracked open and she noticed an immediate pounding in her head, a relentless drumbeat that felt like someone was hammering nails into the back of skull. Each pulse of pain throbbed behind her eyes, making her groan and bury her face into the pillow, desperate to escape the light filtering through her eyelids. The pillow smelled faintly of detergent, crisp and clean, but there was something else. It tugged at her memories of something woody and warm that lingered in the air, swarming into her senses like smoke.
She groaned sleepily and rolled over, tugging the blankets with her and shutting it against the bright light. It mingled unpleasantly with the stale remnants of alcohol clinging to her breath, sour and sharp, twisting her stomach into uneasy knots. She pressed a hand to her belly, hoping to steady herself, but the nausea only intensified.
Her mouth was dry, her tongue thick and heavy as if she'd been walking through a desert without a lick of water. A faint tang of metal, maybe from biting her lip too hard at some point, lingered on her taste buds, adding another unpleasant layer to her discomfort. Her throat felt like sandpaper, rough and raw, as if she'd been shouting all night.
The air was warm, not stifling but close, and the faint hum of a fan somewhere in the distance did little to chase away the sticky sensation of her skin against the sheets. They were soft, much softer than her usual bedding, and she blinked against the sunlight streaking through the curtain, trying to make sense of her surroundings.
Where the hell was she?
Bella sat up slowly, the room tilting wildly for a moment before settling back into place. She blinked again, trying to take in the details around her. A small, cluttered room came into focus. There were books piled on a desk near the wall, some teetering dangerously close to falling. Blankets and cushions were strewn across the bed and a nearby chair, as well as the carpeted floor, like someone had thrown them down without a second thought. A half-burned incense stick sat in a ceramic holder on the windowsill, the last wisps of smoke drifted to the ceiling.
The faint sound of typing reached her ears, a rhythmic clicking that seemed oddly soothing in contrast to her chaotic thoughts. Her gaze moved toward the doorway, half-open, letting in the faint hum of activity beyond.
Edward sat on the couch across the room, one leg tucked under the other resting on the coffee table. Her eyes lazily drifted over the lean muscles in his arms, his chest, shoulder and stomach, grateful he was only in grey sweatpants.
A memory hit her in broken fragments, sharp and disorienting. His hands on her waist, the heat of his lips, the way he'd pulled her closer, his teeth on her throat and chest, her desperate whimpers and pleas for me. She groaned again, louder this time, and pressed her hands to her face.
Her stomach gave another violent lurch, and suddenly the answer to that question didn't matter. Panic shot through her as she bolted out of bed, nearly tripping over a blanket tangled around her legs. She staggered over, only focusing on finding the bathroom before her stomach gave out entirely.
"Morning," Edward's voice called lazily from his place on the busted couch, casual as if he weren't fully aware she was going to blow chunks on his carpet. "You're gonna want the door on the right."
Bella didn't stop to answer, slamming the bathroom door shut behind her just as the nausea peaked. She fell to her knees, gripping the edge of the toilet as her body heaved, purging the remnants of last night in harsh, gut-wrenching waves.
Above the sound of her own retching, she heard footsteps, soft and gentle, approaching the door. She didn't have the energy to protest, her focus entirely on surviving the next few moments. God she was an idiot. Why did she have to come here of all places? How fucking embarrassing.
The door creaked open just enough for Edward to peek his head inside. His hair was a mess, sticking up in all directions,he grinned.
"You good?" he asked, crouching in the doorway.
Bella groaned, her response muffled as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Edward didn't wait for an answer. He reached for a clean towel hanging nearby and held it out to her.
"Here," he said, not a trace of judgement in his voice.
She took it with a weak "Thanks," pressing the soft fabric to her face as she sank back against the cool tiles of the bathroom floor.
Edward leaned against the doorframe, watching her with carefully. He didn't look annoyed or embarrassed, just... patient. Like this wasn't the first time someone had woken up in his bed only to throw up in his bathroom.
"You're really not wigging out right now?" Bella croaked, her voice barely above a whisper.
He shrugged. "You're not the first person to puke in my bathroom, if that's what you're asking."
Bella let out a small, humourless laugh, wincing as it made her headache worse. She pressed her palm to the side of her head, leaning on it as she looked at him half lidded. "Not what I meant."
Edward's smirk was subtle but warm as he pushed himself up, leaning against the doorframe. "Then no. I'm not wigging out." Bella unabashedly watched the way his muscles moved and tensed, nearly blushing at the few marks she'd covered him in. Mostly long scratches down his abdomen and over his shoulders.
She turned to face him, hugging the towel to her chest like it was armour. "About last night-"
"Don't worry about it." he interrupted, his tone even but careful.
Her stomach flipped again. She wasn't sure if she wanted to dive into everything that had happened, everything she'd said and done, or if she just wanted to pretend none of it had happened at all. It wouldn't be the first time she'd fucked around and found out, and for once she was glad he wasn't pushy.
"Thanks" she muttered and wiped her mouth, her shoulders slumping.
Edward nodded, his expression unreadable. "Okay, then. We can talk I guess, if you want, but not until you've had some water and maybe some aspirin."
He stepped back, gesturing toward the kitchen. "Come on. You look like you're one bad breeze away from collapsing."
Bella hesitated, watching him retreat to the living room and settle back onto the couch with his laptop. He didn't push, didn't pry, just went back to his work as if the events of the previous night hadn't turned her world upside down.
He looked perfectly fine, fucking gorgeous, and Bella couldn't help but feel envious in her current state of misery. He lingered for a second, running a hand through his messy hair, and then gestured toward the sink with a finger.
"Cupboard above the sink," he said, his voice low but clear. "Aspirin, antacids, whatever you need. Take your pick."
Bella nodded weakly, still clutching the towel to her chest like a lifeline. She managed to push herself to her feet, swaying slightly, and braced a hand against the sink to steady herself. Edward didn't move, didn't make a big deal out of it, just shifted on the couch cushion and scrolled on his laptop.
"What are you doing, anyway?" He glanced up.
"Work."
Bella stumbled across the room, over the many cushions to his kitchenette.
"I gathered that. I'm not a complete moron."
He half shrugged. "I produce music. Write some too."
She caught a glimpse of him as she walked back over into the living room, water and meds in hand, memorising the lines of his torso. She flopped onto the couch in a way that made the old cushions groan under her weight, stretching his long legs out in front of them.
Bella swallowed the two aspirin dry, cringing at the bitter aftertaste.
"I'll be back."
Edward chuckled.
"Aim for the toilet, and for the love of god don't get any on the tiles. They're shit but I paid for them." Bella stuck her middle finger up and went to the bathroom, shutting the door. She wasn't feeling rough, she just needed a second.
Leaning onto the sink, her hands bracing she switched on the tap letting it run. A hollow ache entered her chest, but she shook it off. Now wasn't the time. She groaned inwardly, feeling utterly pathetic and splashed cold water on her face, taking a long look at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, sticking out in all directions, and her makeup was smudged beyond repair. She looked like every bit of the hungover wreck she felt.
When she finally emerged from the bathroom, she found Edward exactly where she'd expected him, on the couch, his laptop balanced on his knees, tapping away with an almost rhythmic focus. He was smoking again, comfortably settled in just his sweatpants, the soft fabric clinging to his hips. A candle flickered on the coffee table beside him, and the incense burner from last night was still faintly smoking. The space felt unexpectedly warm, cosy even, like he'd turned his usual bachelor chaos into something manageable.
"You look like death," Edward remarked without looking up from his screen, his tone blunt but teasing.
"Thanks," Bella muttered, trudging toward the couch and flopping onto the opposite end. She grabbed a blanket that had been draped over the armrest and pulled it around her like a cocoon.
He glanced at her, one brow quirking up in amusement. "There's Gatorade in the fridge. Or a beer, if you're feeling adventurous."
She groaned, rubbing her temples. "Definitely not a beer."
Edward chuckled, typing something before closing the laptop and setting it on the table. He leaned back against the cushions, one arm draped lazily along the back of the couch. Her eyes darkened as he shifted.
"You make a habit of this?" he asked, nodding toward her. "Showing up wasted to random people's apartments?"
Bella frowned, narrowing her eyes at him. "Pretty sure we're not strangers anymore. We did have that one date, remember?"
He smirked, tilting his head. "Fair point. Still, not how I expected to spend my Saturday morning."
Her cheeks flushed, and she buried her face in her hands with a groan. " I'm so embarrassed. I shouldn't have come here."
Edward shrugged, his expression softening. "It's fine, you're always welcome."
Bella peeked at him through her fingers. "You're being surprisingly chill about this."
"Would you prefer I freak out?" he teased, a crooked grin spreading across his face. "Because I can if it'll make you feel better."
She laughed despite herself, the sound making her head ache slightly less. "No, this is fine."
He leaned forward, grabbing the blanket she'd half-draped over herself and tugging it higher over her shoulders. "Good. Now, shut up and rest. You'll feel better in a bit."
Bella stared at him, momentarily caught off guard by the softness in his gesture. For all his sarcasm he was oddly gentle towards her, more so than their other encounters. It unsettled but pleased Bella at the same time.
She leaned back against the couch, letting her eyes flutter closed. "Thanks," she murmured.
"Anytime," he replied, his voice low, almost gentle. The rhythmic sound of his typing returned as Bella let herself drift, the tension in her body finally starting to ease.
The room settled into a rare, comfortable quiet. The faint tapping of Edward's fingers on the keyboard filled the space, accompanied by the distant hum of the fan and the lingering scent of incense. Bella curled deeper into the blanket, her eyes half-closed, her head still pounding but starting to dull into something bearable.
Edward broke the silence after a few minutes, his voice low and even, as though he wasn't sure if she'd fallen asleep.
"Do you do this with anyone else?"
Bella blinked, her brow furrowing as she turned her head toward him. "Do what?"
"This.. Arrangement," he said, gesturing vaguely toward her. "The hookups. The..." He trailed off, shrugging like he wasn't sure how to categorise the whirlwind she'd dragged in.
Bella straightened slightly, the question catching her off guard. She pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the fabric. "No," she said. "I don't."
Edward looked at her then, he chewed on her words. Slightly pleased she wasn't screwing other people. If that is true. His brow furrowed, not sure if he liked the thought of another man's cock inside her. "Just me, huh?"
She shrugged, feeling her cheeks heat. "I don't make a habit of it." She sighed, rubbing her temples. "I wasn't thinking straight and you were the first thing I thought of."
His lips quirked into a faint smirk. "No family? Friends?"
Bella shot him a small, tired glare, annoyed. "Are you saying I was wrong?"
Edward chuckled. His arm draped over the armrest, and his grey sweatpants shifted slightly as he stretched out his legs. "Nah. I get it. Like I said, you're welcome here, but try not to make it a habit, yeah?"
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "What's that supposed to mean?"
He shrugged again, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. "Just saying, showing up here wasn't exactly a cautious move."
Bella bit her lip, her fidgeting intensifying as her mind raced to come up with a defence. But there wasn't one, really. He wasn't wrong.
"I didn't do this, on purpose" she said finally, her voice more firm. "Last night was… A momentary lapse."
Edward's smirk faded slightly, replaced by a softer expression. He nodded, like he understood something she wasn't quite ready to say aloud.
"Okay," he said simply.
The silence returned, heavier now, but not entirely uncomfortable. Bella let herself sink back into the cushions, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as her thoughts churned.
"Why'd you let me in?" she asked after a moment, breaking the stillness.
Edward glanced at her, his fingers drumming idly on the couch. "Because you asked me to."
His answer was so straightforward, so blunt, that it left her momentarily speechless.
"And," he added, his smirk returning, "you looked like you were about two minutes from face-planting on the asphalt. I'm not a complete asshole. I don't judge either. I'm basically a saint."
Bella laughed, the sound rough but genuine. "Good to know."
The tension between them seemed to ease again, the weight of unspoken questions and awkward moments dissolving into something lighter. For the first time that morning, Bella felt like maybe, just maybe, she hadn't completely screwed everything up.
Bella shifted on the couch, running a hand through her tangled hair and grimacing when her fingers got caught in a particularly stubborn knot. "I need a shower," she muttered, half to herself, half to Edward. "I feel disgusting."
Edward glanced, giving her a once over. "You're not wrong."
She shot him a glare, though the effect was dampened by the blanket still wrapped around her like a cocoon. "You're really leaning into this whole 'no judgement' thing, huh?"
He chuckled, pushing himself off the couch with a lazy stretch. "Wait here," he said, padding barefoot toward a cupboard the other side of his small apartment.
Bella sank back against the cushions, her fingers still fussing with her hair as she waited.
"Don't worry," Edward called, his voice laced with mock exasperation. "I've only lived here for three years, I totally know where everything is."
She rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at her lips despite herself. He was very cute.
A moment later, he reappeared from behind the wicker partition, a folded towel slung over his arm and a bottle of what looked like cheap shampoo in his hand.
"Here," he said, tossing the towel onto the armrest beside her and setting the shampoo on the coffee table. "The water pressure sucks, but it gets the job done."
Bella blinked at the offering, her eyes darting between the towel and him. "You... keep shampoo in the living room?"
Edward smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "It's a long story. Don't ask."
Bella snorted, throwing the blanket off her shoulders and stretching again. "Cute."
Before Edward could fire back another sarcastic remark, she stood, her fingers already working the hem of her shirt. He froze as she pulled it off in one fluid motion, tossing it carelessly onto the couch.
"What are you-" Edward started, his voice faltering when she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her black underwear and shoved them down without hesitation.
She didn't bother answering him, stepping out of the crumpled fabric and kicking it aside. Then, with the same brazen indifference, she unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor, standing fully naked in the middle of his living room like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Edward stared, his mouth slightly open, his brain scrambling to process what was happening. He quickly snapped his gaze to the ceiling, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck as heat flushed his face. "Jesus, Bella. Are you trying to fucking kill me?"
Bella looked over her shoulder at him, completely unbothered, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. "What? It's not like you haven't seen it all before."
Edward groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "That's not the point."
"Relax," she said, waving a hand dismissively as she padded toward the bathroom, completely unabashed. "I'm just getting clean. Try not to overthink it."
He muttered something under his breath about boundaries as she disappeared into the opposing room, the bathroom left open just a crack.
For a moment, Edward sat there, staring at the pile of clothes she'd left on his floor. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his messy hair before flopping back onto the couch.
"You're gonna kill me, Bella," he muttered to himself, grabbing his laptop and trying to refocus on his work. But the image of her sauntering off without a care lingered in his mind far longer than he wanted to admit.
Edward adjusted his laptop, settling back into the couch as he attempted to refocus on the spreadsheet glaring up at him. But his gaze drifted, almost on its own accord, to the slightly ajar bathroom door.
Steam began to waft out, curling lazily into the air like the incense burning on the table. Through the narrow gap, he could just make out the blurred silhouette of Bella as she stepped under the stream of water.
She tilted her head back, her hair darkening as it soaked through, water trailing down her shoulders and over her back in glistening rivulets. Her skin, already flushed from the heat of the shower, gleamed with a soft sheen of moisture, accentuating the gentle curve of her spine and the swell of her hips.
Edward swallowed hard, dragging his eyes back to his laptop and staring at the screen like it held the answers to the universe. But his focus was shot. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, motionless, as his mind betrayed him, replaying the fleeting glimpses he'd caught.
He dared another glance, unable to resist the pull. The way the water cascaded over her body, gliding along her toned arms and across the lines of her legs, was... distracting, to say the least. She moved with an unthinking grace, running her hands over her skin to rinse away the remnants of the previous night, utterly unaware, or uncaring, that the door was cracked.
Edward bit his lip, his grip tightening on the edge of his laptop. The steam continued to build, fogging the mirror inside the bathroom and softening the view. It should have made it easier to look away, to refocus on his work, but it didn't.
He shut his laptop with a snap and set it aside, running a hand through his already-messy hair as he exhaled sharply. Get it together, he told himself, shaking his head as if that would clear the images burned into his mind.
But as he leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling, he couldn't help but smirk faintly to himself. Bella had a way of completely derailing him without even trying and, annoyingly, he wasn't sure if he minded.
It took a full minute before his resolve cracked like thin ice under pressure. His laptop sat forgotten on the couch, and before he could talk himself out of it, he pushed off the cushions and stood. His pulse thundered in his ears, a cocktail of hesitation and desire pumping through his veins as he crossed the room.
The waistband of his sweatpants caught on his hips for a second before he shoved them down and stepped out of them. A fleeting thought told him to stop, to think, but it was gone as quickly as it came, drowned out by the sound of water hitting tile.
The bathroom door creaked as he pushed it open wider, steam spilling into the hallway. Bella stood with her back to him, her head tilted down as the water streamed over her body, rivulets running along every curve and plane.
She didn't notice him at first, too lost in the rhythm of the water, but when he stepped into the shower, the curtain shifting with his movement, her head snapped around.
"Edward, what are you-" she started, her voice caught somewhere between surprised and breathless.
But he didn't let her finish. He reached for her, his hands firm but careful as he guided her back against the cool tile wall. The cold surface made her gasp, her eyes wide as they met his.
"Tell me to stop," he murmured, his voice low, his breath mingling with the steam.
Bella's lips parted, but no words came. Instead, her hands found his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin as she pulled him closer. That was all the answer he needed.
His lips crushed against hers, urgent and hungry, and her surprised gasp melted into a soft moan. The kiss was messy, all teeth and heat, but neither of them seemed to care.
Edward pressed his body against hers, his hands sliding down her sides to grip her hips, pinning her more firmly against the wall. The water rained down over both of them, mixing with the heat between them as her nails raked across his shoulders, her touch igniting something primal in him.
Bella tugged at his hair, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, and he groaned against her mouth, his control slipping further. Every nerve in his body felt alive, focused solely on her, the way her skin felt slick under his hands, the way she arched into him, the way she whispered his name like it was the only thing she could remember.
He pulled back for a moment, just enough to look at her, their breaths coming fast and shallow. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, and the way she looked at him - like she wanted to devour him - made him forget every thought he'd ever had.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough, his forehead resting against hers.
She didn't let him linger. Her hands slid down his chest, her lips finding his again, silencing whatever he was about to say. And just like that, the last shred of restraint he had dissolved completely.
Edward groaned into her mouth as Bella's hand slipped between them, her fingers wrapping around him with a confidence that sent a shiver down his spine. His forehead dropped to hers, his breath hitching at the first deliberate stroke.
"Jesus, Bella," he rasped, his voice low and strained, barely audible over the sound of the shower.
Bella teased slowly, easing pathetic whimpers out of him, finger playing with the tip, gripping him hard and stroking from the base and up, over and over. Toying with the man who was turning putty in her hands.
She smirked, her lips brushing against his as she stroked him again, slower this time, savouring the way he shuddered against her. "What's the matter ,hm?" she teased, her voice dripping with challenge.
His hands tightened on her hips, and he captured her mouth again, silencing her with a kiss that was as much punishment as it was pleasure. She didn't falter, though; if anything, her touch grew bolder, her strokes firmer, pushing him to the edge of his composure.
Edward pulled back, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded as he looked down at her.
Bella arched an eyebrow, a smug smile tugging at her lips.
That was all the encouragement he needed. With a low growl, he gripped the backs of her thighs and lifted her effortlessly, pressing her back against the wet tile. She let out a gasp, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as she braced herself against his shoulders.
"Fuck, look at you Bella." Edward murmured, his lips trailing along her jawline before capturing her mouth again. "Dripping all over me. You're fucking perfect."
Bella laughed softly against his lips, her arms looping around his neck. "You know how to flatter all the girls, don't you?"
He chuckled and squeezed her thighs eliciting a moan.
The heat between them was electric, every touch and movement igniting something deeper. Edward held her securely, his fingers digging into her thighs as he pressed the tip against her folds, gently grazing and rubbing at her warmth. Coating himself fully as she trembled against him.
The world outside the shower faded to nothing, no doubts, no hesitation, just the heady mix of water, steam, and the undeniable pleasure between them.
Edward captured Bella's lips again as he pushed into her, the slick heat of the shower amplifying every sensation. She gasped against his mouth, her fingers clawing at his shoulders for leverage as he set a relentless rhythm, each thrust pushing her harder against the tile wall.
His grip on her thighs tightened, his fingers digging into her soft skin, anchoring her in place as he drove into her. The pressure of his hands was firm, almost bruising, but the way she moaned his name in response only spurred him on.
The water pounded down around them, mixing with the sounds of their laboured breaths and the wet slap of their bodies colliding. Bella's head fell back, exposing the column of her throat, and Edward didn't hesitate to press his lips there, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her shiver.
Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him deeper with every thrust of his hips, and her nails raked down his back in a way that made him groan, the sound muffled against her neck.
"Edward," she gasped, her voice breathy and strained. "Harder. U-Use me."
He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes dark and burning with something primal."Careful what you ask for." He murmured, his voice low and rough.
Bella smirked, even through her haze of pleasure, her lips swollen and parted as she caught her breath.
Edward answered her with another sharp thrust, his lips crashing against hers again, swallowing her cries as the water cascaded down their tangled bodies. Every movement was raw and consuming. Reaching new depths as he fucked into her harder.
He grunted, his hips slapping into hers, and she clawed down his back so fucking gracefully as he came inside her.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum, keep clenching on me like that. Shit, Bella." He grunted.
She smirked trailing kisses down his jaw as she dug her nails into her shoulder.
"Cum in me, Edward." She whispered between desperate kisses, while locking her ankles behind his back so he couldn't pull out.
He resorted to moaning her name like a god's damned mantra and panting into her neck, releasing everything inside her a few moments later. His hips stuttered and his thighs shook and as he slipped out of her dripping hole. Kissing his way down her stomach as her feet touched the floor. He immediately dropped to his knees, hooked her leg over his shoulder and dove in.
Bella whimpered and gripped him hard. Pushing herself into him more as he tongue lapped and sucked and swirled over every sensitive part.
"F-fuck. Right there, Edward.. Please." She groaned and threw her head back into the tiles, eyes slamming shut as he pushed two fingers in to join, curling them delightfully and bringing her over the edge. Slick coats his fingers as he fucked her through her orgasms, smirking, as he pulls finally away.
She huffed and panted, her fingers still tangled in his damp hair as she gazed down at him, her dark eyes locking with his. With a deliberate motion, she slid a finger under his chin, guiding his head up to meet hers. He rose effortlessly, towering over her, and without a word, she pulled him in for a kiss. It was deep, urgent, soft yet consuming, as their hands scrambled, desperate to claim any piece of each other they could reach.
Edward pulled back from the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked down at her, his hands lingering on her waist. "You should probably rinse off," he said, his voice rough but with a touch of amusement. "As much as I like the idea of keeping you right here, I don't think the water's going to be enough for both of us."
Bella smirked up at him, still breathless. "You're right," she replied, her voice low. "You always have to ruin the moment, huh?"
He chuckled, stepping away but not before giving her one last lingering glance.
"I'll be out here when you're done."
Bella rolled her eyes, but a genuine smile followed him as he stepped out the room and closed the door behind him.
Butterflies swelled in her chest, and she leant on the wall for support.
Shit. Do I like him?"
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