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In.a.blue.bathrobe
Author of 7 Stories

Rated: M - English - General - Reviews: 235 - Updated: 10-27-09 - Published: 09-29-09 - id:5409756

Shalu made me a lovely banner for Delta of Mercury, so I made her a pizza. Thank you lady.


The doorbell rang, and Edward jumped from the pile of knitting he had been sleeping on.

“Settle down, Stinky. It’s just the pizza hottie.” The dark haired girl saved the graphic she was working on and closed her laptop.

Edward twitched his ears. He hated it when she called him “Stinky.” He was one genetic anomaly from a mountain lion, -a predator, dammit- and his grandmother had a pedigree; he certainly smelled better than that boy at the door, who reeked of rancid artificial butter and fermented dough, and definitely had a dog at home.

He extended one claw, hooked the tempting tassel of the bookmark sandwiched in her e.e. cummings book, and pulled it out in revenge as she checked her hair in the mirror and then opened the door.

“Hi,” she said, in the special voice she used when Edward did something especially cute.

“Spinach, Feta, and Sundried tomatoes?” The boy with the blond curls grinned at her.

Edward wound in and out between her feet, marking her with as much loose fur as possible, and then stomped his back feet and shook his tail, contemplating spraying the boy’s shoes.

“Jasper, do I order anything else?” she asked, balancing the pizza on the back of the couch to dig in her purse. Edward jumped up and walked along the top of the furniture, sniffing disdainfully at the square box. The cheese smelled heavenly, he had to admit.

“No, in fact, we call you my 'Wednesday Night Special',” the boy teased.

Edward decided Jasper probably cleaned his balls just for fun.

The girl blushed and handed him the money; he tried to hand some back, but she wouldn’t take it.

The pizza boy looked like he wanted to say something more, but after glancing at the box with the coupons on it, he turned and left. She watched him through the curtains, until his car disappeared. Behind her, Edward snagged the post-it note with the handwritten phone number off the box with his teeth, and then batted it under the couch.

She was his human.


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