Slight Lemon Incoming!
I wake up the next morning to an empty bed, with Rose sitting in the chair by the window, reading a book.
"Where's-" I try to sit up but I'm immediately hit with a headache and I squeeze my eyes shut, laying back down to stop my head from spinning.
"Oh, sweetheart," I hear Rose's voice getting closer until she's sitting next to me on the bed. "Alice warned me this might happen. Usually Emmet just wakes up feeling a little gross but you're much smaller than he is. Here," she puts something against my mouth and I open, taking the pill and swallowing it with the water she offers.
She runs her hand through my hair once before standing up. "Let me get Edward and Alice. I'll be right back," she tells me, keeping her voice low.
Less than five minutes later, the door opens slowly and I pry my eyes open to see who it is. I see a flash of Edward before I feel the pain again, trying to hold back my whimpers as I close my eyes.
"Princess? What's wrong, baby?" I don't even have the focus to acknowledge his endearment, automatically feeling comforted just by his presence. He gently pushes back my hair that's stuck to my forehead. "You're burning up."
"That feels nice," I mumble, still feeling exhausted. He starts to pull his hand away and I frown, trying to move my head back towards it.
"One second, princess. I'm not going anywhere, I promise. I'm just going to readjust you, okay?"
Edward pulls the covers up and gently lifts my head to fluff my pillow, before laying down next to me, over the covers. I immediately roll over, foregoing the pillow to lay on his chest. He seems surprised at first but doesn't say anything, wrapping an arm around my back.
I let out a content sigh and am more than ready to drift off again when I hear more voices.
"Heya cradle robber!" A familiar voice booms. I wince for a second but Edward notices right away.
"Emmet!" He hisses, and I can picture him glaring.
"Emmet," I smile, grateful to see my friend. My eyes are still closed but I can tell by his footsteps he's walking over.
"Hi, little princess," he gently ruffles my hair. "How is she? Heard she took a little too much truth serum. I know I'm never doing so hot after Allie's experiments."
"I'm okay," I say, breathing in the scent of Edwards shirt.
"She's burning up. Rose said she gave her ibuprofen," Edward's voice sounds panicked as the door squeaks again. "Alice," Edward growls, the words vibrating in his chest. That must be who's here.
"It's not her fault," I defend rubbing circles on his chest to try to soothe his anger. "I wanted to do it."
I hear Alice sigh and a thermometer is pushed into my mouth.
"102," she announces once it beeps. "It's a little high but she should be fine in a couple hours, her body just has to burn off the rest of the serum. The ibuprofen will help. Just keep her hydrated and resting."
"Fine. You can go," Edward snaps.
I frown. Even if he was a little upset doesn't mean he should be rude to his sister. I tug on Edwards shirt and am able to open my eyes just enough to see him looking down at me.
I give him a pointed look before turning to Alice. "Thank you Alice."
He rolls his eyes before repeating, "Thanks Alice."
She beams, practically bouncing out of the room. Rosalie winks at me.
"You should get some sleep," Edward softly traces a finger down my cheek.
"Can you stay with me? Just for a little bit?" I don't know why I was being so needy, but I felt so comfortable with him here and with all the changes I had been going through I just wanted a little bit of that right now, especially with the aftereffects of that damn truth serum.
Emmet shakes his head. "We have to meet with-"
"Sure, Princess," Edward says, keeping his attention on me. He drops a kiss to the top of my head where he could reach and looks over at Emmet. "You and Dad can handle today, right?"
Emmet is silent for a moment. "Yeah, no problem. Feel better, little Princess," he tells me. "Orange juice helps," he whispers to Edward.
"Thanks Em," Edward replies.
"Bye bye Rosie!" I hear a loud smack which I'm assuming is Emmet kissing Rose and then his footsteps retreat out the door.
"I'll get some water. And orange juice, I guess," Rose says, following Emmet out.
"Thank you for staying," I tell Edward, pushing myself further up on the bed so my head rests against his neck.
His grip on my back tightens. "Always."
I think the ibuprofen was starting to take effect or the serum was finally starting to lose its after effects because my head doesn't hurt as much as it did only a few minutes ago and when I try to open my eyes again, I manage, only having to adjust to the light coming in from the window. I blink up at the man holding me, his bronze hair messy as always, and I feel an overwhelming need to get even closer to him, if that were even possible.
"You should keep your eyes closed," Edward gently chastises.
I shake my head. "I'm already starting to feel better. I think I can sit up." I push against his chest, and I try to sit up on my own. Edward refuses to let me, instead, sitting up himself and pulling my sideways into his lap as he leans against the headboard.
The need for him is stronger now, like I have no control over it, and the heat from my body seems to pool lower in my belly.
"Alice shouldn't have given you that serum," he grumbles, still upset.
"I'm glad she did. Hopefully now it will be easier on you now that everyone knows I'm not hiding anything. Although if I remember correctly, there are some things I hope they don't see." Now it's my turn to groan as I get flashes of all the things I said last night.
This seems to finally make him chuckle. "Yeah, you were quite…unfiltered. I enjoyed getting to hear your thoughts very much."
"It's your fault," I tell him, trying to fight the urges that I won't be able to hold back much longer. "You make me feel…" I trail off, not sure how to explain what he does to me.
"Make you feel what?" Edward's hand that rests on the side of my thigh starts to rub my upper leg up and down. Up and down.
"Edward," I whine, wanting him to do something. "Please."
He leans down, tracing his nose along my neck. I want him to kiss me. "Please what, baby?" His hand continues to move higher along my leg. Up and down.
I'm so frustrated, I don't wait. I can't. I turn in his lap, swinging one of my legs to the other side, pulling his shirt to crash his lips into mine. Edward lets out a surprised groan, and I feel some relief from the heat in my core. Some, but not enough.
"Oh, hello!" Rosalie's voice has me jumping in his lap, and I turn my head to find her standing at the door, assessing us with a single brow raised. I'm surprised to find that I don't even care that she's here. I just want to go back to what we were doing. "I guess we're towards the end then?"
I ignore her, turning back to Edward, pressing my lips to his cheek, then his jaw, and down his neck.
"Huh?" He's clearly distracted by my attempt at advances.
"The morning after Alice tests this stuff on Emmet, he gets horny. Like really horny. It's why we don't leave the room until the middle of the day," Rosalie says.
"Too much information," Edward cringes, digging his fingers harder into my hips. I moan at the contact and rock once against him, earning me a hiss.
"Yeah, well. It's better that you know. Alice never mentioned it but it's one of the other side effects. According to Emmet, it can be terribly uncomfortable if you don't have a way to relieve it. Luckily it's the last one and after that she should be good as new." Rosalie places the glasses in her hand on the table by the couch. "Have fun!" She hurries out of the room, leaving the two of us alone again.
"Bella, we really shouldn't. It's the truth serum," Edward reasons.
"It's not messing with my mind," I counter, moving my hips again. "I need…I need."
"Princess," Edward hisses, and I feel him growing harder under me.
The heat is unbearable and I shamelessly rub against him trying to relieve it. "Please," I beg, moving my head to kiss under his jaw again.
"I don't know," Edward hesitates, still uncertain. His fingers are almost painful with the grip he has on my hips. I know he still thinks this is in some way taking advantage of me, but if anything, it's the other way around.
"Fine. I'll take care of it myself," I lean back, not able to take it anymore. It was uncomfortable like Rosalie said it would be and if Edward wasn't going to help me take care of it, I would gladly do it myself.
"Y-yourself?" Edward chokes out, but I ignore him, scrambling off his lap onto the mattress next to him, one hand already under the dress I never took off last night.
I've never done anything like this before, but I've certainly thought about it. Even more so after I met Edward. And I've read about it in some of the books Angela gave me so I had an okay idea of the mechanics. Still, I never anticipated the relief I would feel once my fingers made contact with my underwear, pressing down where I felt the throbbing sensation.
I imagine it's his fingers instead of mine, moving my hips along with my hand. It feels good, but still, something is missing.
"Edward," I breathe out, with the image of his handsome face in my mind as I press down harder. I hit a spot slightly higher that has me crying out and at the sound of a deep grumble and a curse word being thrown out, my eyes pop open.
Edward is watching me, a hungry expression on his face. I give him an innocent look, snaking my free hand up to my breast, squeezing, and that finally seems to set him off.
"That's it," he wraps his strong arms around my waist and yanks me towards him. He lifts me, both hands grabbing my ass and I wrap my legs around his waist, my dress pooling at my hips. He grips the back of my neck, bringing our mouths together in a hard kiss before pulling back to look at me.
His eyes are wild and frantic, biting and nipping and sucking wherever his mouth can reach on my neck, my jaw, across my collar bone.
"I was trying to be a gentleman. But do you know what seeing you like that does to me?" I moan in response, getting lost in the feel of him. My Edward.
"And these dresses." His hands leave from under me to grip the fabric by my thighs. "God, these dresses."
I tilt my head back to give him more access, arching my back, pressing my chest against his. "More."
"You want more, princess?" He asks, but I know it's rhetorical. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear that."
He shoves down the straps of my dress, exposing my bra that Rosalie had picked out for me. It was light blue, white lace along the edges.
"Fuck," Edward's eyes meet mine again. "You're gorgeous."
And before I can think to cover up, he's kissing the top of my breasts and all thoughts leave my head.
I squirm against him, feeling myself getting closer and closer to something.
Edward seems to notice I'm not sure exactly what to do. "Like this, baby." He guides my hips in circles over his hard, denim-covered length, gently thrusting up.
I brace my hands on his shoulders completely lost in experiencing it all for the first time, willing to do anything to relieve the pressure.
I continue to grind against Edward and he runs his finger along the edge of my bra. "Can I?"
I nod, wanting him to do whatever he has planned faster. He unhooks my bra in the back, eyes glued to my chest as it slides down my arms and I shake it away somewhere behind me.
He freezes, and my body doesn't like the loss of movement between us.
"Please," I pant out.
He stares in awe, tentatively reaching both of his hands out, brushing my nipples. I gasp, a tingling sensation shooting through my body at the new touch.
That seems to bolden him and he palms both sides before dipping his head down to capture one of my breasts in his mouth.
I cry out, my hand gripping his hair. It feels so good and I never want it to end. "Edward," I moan.
He releases me from his mouth and I whimper at the cool air hitting my nipple. "Say it again."
"Edward." I tug on his hair and am rewarded by him giving the same amount of attention to my other breast.
I grind my hips down harder and I feel a deep rumbling in his chest. I move faster, chasing the feeling that only continues to grow between us.
"I'm close, Princess," Edward growls. "Tell me you're close."
"I don't know," I admit, but I don't stop my movements. What am I looking for?
Edward teases my nipples with one hand, running his fingers along the edge of my underwear with the other. "Come on, baby. Cum for me."
That does it. My body explodes and a wave of warmth rushes through me, my legs shaking against his thighs. Edward thrusts a few more times and groans, stiffening against me and crushing me to him.
We're both breathing hard and I bring a hand up to his chest, feeling his fast heart rate. I struggle to regain my breath, holding into Edward.
"What was that?" I ask, once my body's started to calm down. The heat was pretty much gone, or at least manageable, and I was feeling close to back to normal. A sense of euphoria has washed over my body creating a sense of calm.
His fingers lightly massage the back of my neck and my eyes flutter closed. "That, my love, was an orgasm."
"Does that happen every time? Like when…if…" I bury my face in his neck in embarrassment.
He doesn't say anything about it though, only letting out a deep chuckle. "If we're doing it right."
That has me looking at him again. "Have you done it 'right' before?" Even the thought of Edward with some other girl, even if it was years before me, has jealousy flaring in my stomach.
The tips of his ears turn red. "Not with anyone else," he says, and I feel like I can breathe again. But then how did he know what to do?
"Emmet talks a lot," Edward says, answering the question I haven't had a chance to ask out loud yet. "And I thought you would like it if…" His fingertips brush across the underside of my bare breasts and I shiver.
"I did," I tell him, my voice quiet and muffled.
I'm surprised that Edward hasn't done much either. He seems so confident in the way he takes over between us. Maybe he's just one of those people.
"How are you feeling?" He asks me.
"I think it's worn off," I say, feeling pretty much back to normal.
He cups the back of my neck. "You're still a little warm. We should shower," he says, adjusting his pants uncomfortably.
"We?" I look up at him through my lashes, some of the fire returning. I thought the serum had worn off. It probably had and this was just the effect Edward had on me. I trace my hands up his shirt, and I feel his muscles clench beneath them.
He grips my wrists, gently pulling them away and kissing my knuckles. "It should probably be separate. I don't think I have that kind of self control."
I pout at him and he laughs. He lightly taps my bottom, lifting me off his lap.
"Come on, Princess," he kisses my cheek. "Sooner we shower sooner we can get back in bed," he gives me a silly look and hurries out of the room.