This cute fluffy one-shot was inspired by the song, “Somebody Needs a Hug” by Keith Anderson. I have included the lyrics in the story so that you don’t have to look them up. I hope you enjoy this, and if you do, don’t be shy to leave a review at the end. They always mean A LOT! :)

“Somebody Needs A Hug” by Keith Anderson

I think it's safe to say,
You've had a bad day..
And something even tells me I should stay away,
But I can't!-I'm living dangerously!
Hey, baby, call me crazy, I think I know what you need,
Girl, I got your remedy.

(Chorus)
Somebody needs a hug!
A little personal attention;
Some good old loving and affection,
Yeah, I'm talking full body,
Good lord o' mighty, WOO-come and get you some!
You need to be wrapped up, snug as a bug in a rug,
A big old teddy bear squeeze,
Where you can barely breathe;
Somebody needs a hug.

I see you're not convinced,
You're still on the fence,
And I'd be wise to disappear if I had any sense;
But I don't!-No, obviously!
I think I can fix it,
Baby, don't resist it,
Darlin', it's so easy to see...
(Chorus)

Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' about.
A little snuggle time.

You start to smile, and you're biting your lip,
And girl I know what that means.
You're walking over,
You're getting closer,
Looks like you finally see.
(Chorus)

Somebody Needs A Hug

“Come on baby, you can do this. You will do this for me, won’t you? Just this once? I’ll do anything for you. Anything.”

Bella leaned over the steering wheel of her car, her hands gripping the sides desperately as she pleaded for it to start. Today had been, no doubt, absolutely the worst day of her life. She had woken up this morning with her hair looking like a complete rats nest, and after several vain attempts to get it back to normal, it still looked like some spider had been crawling around it all night. It had taken her more than fifteen minutes after that to perfect her make-up after messing up her mascara, and by that time it was pretty much official that she was going to be late for work. After she had managed to get there (oh, and you can’t forget the traffic on the way) her boss had given her a long speech about the importance of being punctual. And if that wasn’t already enough, during her short twenty minute break she had spilled hot steaming coffee all over her new cashmere sweater.

Yeah, today had certainly been a blast.

And to top it all off, today just had to be the day that her truck decided it was going to die. Perfect. Just fucking perfect.

Instead of wanting so much to beat the hell out of it for being a stupid fucked up piece of junk, she continued to try coaxing it into functioning properly. Maybe some baby-talk would do the trick, and if not…well then, fuck it, she was screwed.

“What would you think of a nice, cool carwash, hmmm? Would you like that? Would you like to be all clean and shiny? Just start up for me, and I promise I’ll give you that carwash. All you need to do is start. That’s all, okay baby? Please, please, please.”

She turned the key that was stuck into the ignition one last time, and grimaced when it did all it could but then sputtered and died. Letting out a loud, helpless groan, she dropped her head onto the center of the steering wheel and literally yelped when the horn unexpectedly went off.

“DAMNIT!”

Picking up her cell phone, she frantically began dialing her husband’s phone number, praying hard that he’d pick up. Oh God, PLEASE pick up!

A faint sigh of relief escaped her parted lips when she heard a familiar, sexy voice greet her on the other line.

“Bella?”

“Edward! Thank God. My truck won’t start.”

“Is there any gas left?”

She checked the gas. Yup, full tank.

“I just got gas yesterday morning,” She explained to him irritably. “My truck is just totally fucked up.”

Edward chuckled. “You’re just realizing that now?”

“Shut up.” Little did her husband know that she actually meant it. Today was not the greatest day for teasing. Especially when that particular person being teased just had quite possibly the worst day of her whole entire existence. “Can you just come and get me, please?”

“Of course. Where are you?”

She told him the directions and then hung up, leaning against the back of her seat with a frustrated sigh. It was pitch black outside her truck window, and as she peered through the darkness of the night, she couldn’t help but shudder. How could this day get ANY worse? She thought in exasperation. No, don’t think that. Anybody who thinks that ends up in an even nastier predicament, and that is so not what I need right now. The last thing she needed was for some rapist to come strolling by, and her being stuck in her truck and all, would be seen as quite an easy target.

Sitting in a broken down truck at night on a small country road in the middle of no where basically screamed “Rape!” right there. As this sudden thought crossed her mind, she reached out and locked all of the doors. Like that’s going to help, she thought with a snort. If the man was smart enough he could just break the damn glass. Or he could pick the lock with a paper clip...Pick the lock with a paper clip? Was that even possible?

Why the hell was she thinking about possible scenarios for a rapist, anyway? God, she needed a martini. A nice cold sour one. Breathe Bella, she told herself sternly. Just breathe. Edward will be here soon, and then everything will be fine...

A hard thump against the front of her truck caused her to scream. She plastered her back against the seat, her eyes widening with fear as she waited for the man to break in. Oh God! No, no, no, no, no...This cannot be happening to me...

When everything remained perfectly calm, she blinked softly in confusion and leaned forward, peering once more through the pitch blackness. A mortified gasp escaped her throat when she saw the body of a small cardinal lying, dead, on the hood of her car. Poor birdie, she thought with a frown. It was so pretty...red feathers and all. She could just imagine it, a beautiful birdie enjoying a nice night flight through the woods, and then knocking itself out against a tree or quite possibly a bee hive, only to fall into a death spiral and land on the hood of her already pissed off car. As if her car wasn’t already horrible enough without a dead bird ending its life on it.

Why must the good die young? She wondered sadly.

After ten more torturous minutes of sitting inside her truck, alone, she finally heard the sound of car tires pulling up behind her. Thank God, she thought when she saw Edward climb out of his snazzy, and shall we say expensive, red Mercedes bens. Finally!

It wasn’t long until Edward was there, standing in front of her car door with the most annoying “how are you doing?” smile on his face. Since she was obviously not in the mood, she didn’t offer a smile back. Instead, she scowled and jerked the door open violently, causing him to jump quickly to the side to avoid being struck in the...well, that part is pretty self-explanatory.

“Let’s go home,” she mumbled, already beginning to stomp towards the car.

“Wait, Bella,” Edward reached out and took a hold of her wrist, pulling her close against his chest. “Are you okay?” he murmured softly in concern, tenderly brushing a strand of her chocolate colored hair away from her face.

“No!” she snapped, glaring sharply at her husband. “I. Am. Not. Okay. Got it? Good. Now let’s go.” She whipped around, snatching herself out of his grasp, and continued her determined march towards his Mercedes bens.

Edward stared after her, clearly astounded by his wife’s behavior, but all the more turned on by her feisty, hardcore attitude.

By the time they got home, Bella was in an even worse mood than when Edward had picked her up. Slamming the car door, she stormed inside the house, leaving Edward sitting dumbfounded inside the car. Well, this should be interesting, he mused thoughtfully, soon following Bella into the house without any thought of the danger that was already lurking within.

“Bella, love? Is everything all right?” He climbed the stairs silently and then wandered into their room. He found Bella lying on their bed, aggressively punching the pillow with her fist. Raising a perfectly arched eyebrow, he strolled towards her. “Bella...” Sitting down on the bed, he reached out to gently touch her face with his hand.

“Don’t! Just go away, okay Edward? I’m really not in the mood right now. I’ve had a really bad day and what I need right now more than anything is alone time to wallow in my self misery,” she mumbled into the pillow, and by the position her head was in it almost looked as if she was biting it. And damn...was it just him or did that look incredibly sexy?

Suddenly, he grinned. Leaning forward, he kissed her cheek and whispered seductively in her ear, “I think somebody needs a hug...”

“Ugh! Leave me alone damnit! I love you Edward, but I swear to God if you value your fucking balls you better leave this room. Now.”

Edward chuckled deeply, but still did not move. He was going to convince her that she needed some personal attention, whether she liked it or not.

Even if it took all night.

“Are you sure you don’t just want a hug? I promise, it’ll make you feel better,” Edward murmured gently. “I’ll be your personal teddy bear. You can squeeze as hard as you like.”

“No, I do not want a hug! I want you to leave, right now. Is that so fucking hard to understand?” she growled menacingly. Damn, she was so hot when she was pissed.

“Is the necessity of a hug so hard to understand?” Edward argued with a frown.

“Edward you are seriously pissing me off.”

“And?”

“And, if you don’t stop asking for hugs already, you’re going to be hugging your damn midsection in a minute!”

Edward laughed, and then lowered his voice murmuring, “And so I’ve been warned...”

“That’s it!” Grabbing her pillow, she whacked him hard and plenty against the bridge of his nose, causing him to let out a deep grunt of surprise. But the shock that flit across his face was brief, because before she could register what was happening he had her pinned against the bed, his legs and arms trapping her from moving underneath his long, hard body.

He grinned down at her mischievously, followed by the widening of her big brown eyes.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she murmured, almost as if she was challenging him.

There was no way she would get out of this now.

“Do what?” Edward remarked innocently. “Do…this?”

Bella let out a gasp as Edward began to madly tickle her sides. She wriggled and jiggled beneath him, shrieking uncontrollably as his talented fingers trailed up and down her smooth, sensitive curves.

“E-Ed-wa-wardd. S-s-s-stop!”

Edward chuckled light-heartedly and after a couple moments of torturing her with his mad tickling skills, he leaned down and wrapped his arms warmly around her, hugging her close.

“Mmmm…this is nice,” he murmured softly, nestling his nose in the mess that was her hair. She smelled absolutely divine. He wondered what shampoo she used…coconut? Cherry? No…peaches. It had to be peaches.

“Edward?”

Blinking out of his hormonal daze, he pulled his face away just slightly so that he was able to gaze softly into her eyes. A triumphant grin spread across his lips when he noticed that she was biting her lip – an obvious sign of surrender.

It looked like she finally understood what he was trying to do – cheer her up with a little snuggling…and of course, a hug.

Edward opened his mouth, beginning to say something closely along the lines of, “I just knew you wouldn’t be able to resist”, but before he had the chance Bella lifted a finger to his lips and smiled.

“Edward, have I showed you recently just how much I love you?”

“Not recently, no,” Edward remarked with a grin.

“Well then, I guess it’s time I did…”

She lifted her head to plant a passionate kiss on his mouth, and as she did, Edward whispered teasingly, “Will there be any hugs involved?”

“Oh, yes,” Bella murmured lowly…seductively. She trailed her fingers down his chest. “Lots.”

Edward’s eyes lit up pleasantly. “Well then…I suggest we should get started on that.”

“Mmmm…” Edward’s body shuddered as Bella’s lips maneuvered slowly down his neck. “Thank you, Edward.”

“What for?” he managed to question, his breath quickly becoming short as Bella continued to torture him with her marvelous lips. Oh, God, how he loved those lips…

“The hug. I truly did need it…”

Which then got the husband to thinking…maybe he should give his wife a hug more often...

Edward’s eyes bulged out with pleasure as Bella’s hands began massaging the part in between his thighs.

Oh yes, hugs really were the perfect remedy…especially after a bad day.

Haha, so what do you think? I had a lot of fun writing this!! I hope you guys enjoyed reading it also. If you did, leave a review, I'd love to know your thoughts...who knows, I just might write another one-shot like this in the future...inspired by a different song, of course.

~Mystic