Twilight is not mine.
Last one, folks. Enjoy it. Thank you Tosh, sinical, and libby for reading this one. See you at the bottom.
The creak of the door behind them made Bella chuckle. "There's a job for you." She kissed Edward languidly with short, chaste pecks.
"I don't work for you any longer, my love." Edward smiled against her mouth, returning what she was dishing out. "You'll have to call down to Maintenance and ask them to fix it."
"Well, you know my track record with maintenance..." Bella trailed off, using her puppy-dog eyes on her counterpart. Edward narrowed his eyes at her feigned innocence. His fingers crept up her sides, tickling one bit at a time. She started giggling and squirming, attempting to get out of his grasp.
"You aren't going anywhere." Foreplay commenced, using silliness to cover up the uncertainty and eagerness until Bella found herself pressed up against her bedroom door, with Edward's hands flat on either side of her.
The heat from their stare could have warmed Seattle for a month. Edward's nose was close enough to Bella's that they shared the air between them, each feeling the hot release of breath from the other. To break the tension (albeit extremely sexy tension), Bella slipped her hand to the doorknob, turning it and causing them to stumble into her room.
Before she could get very far, Edward reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her forcefully to him. She reveled in the feeling of his hard body, and easily molded to fit his frame, discovering that his chest wasn't the only hard thing on him.
A small moan slipped out of her mouth as his hands gripped her ass, bringing her even closer until you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
Edward felt he had some making up to do as their last tryst wasn't exactly a loving affair; it was more of a 'business time' deal. Horny and drunk, they had collapsed under their baser instincts, racing to the finish line. This time, he'd show her what it meant to be loved.
Slowly walking her backward to the bed, he turned her around so that her back was pressed to his chest, and he gently pushed his hips against her backside, the proof of his arousal evident.
He pivoted so that they faced the mirror over her dresser. Seeing their flushed faces and dilated pupils sent a rush of need through Bella, and she reached back to cup Edward's perfect little tush, her eyes rolling back at the increased feel of his erection nestled against her like it was its home.
Edward tucked his head down to Bella's neck, lightly kissing up and down between her ear and her collarbone. Every now and then, his tongue slipped out for a taste, and Bella felt she'd collapse in a gooey heap if he wasn't holding onto her tightly. She couldn't help the noises coming from her mouth.
Nearly coming undone, Bella spun in Edward's grasp, taking hold of his face. Their lips were hungry, meeting with the driving force of need and lust, and an undercurrent of pure love. Edward slipped his hands under her shirt, pulling it up her torso steadily and easily. Their mouths broke apart for the second it took to slip it over and off her head, and it was quickly dropped in a pile at their feet; Edward's shirt was next, in the interest of fairness. Couldn't have only one of them topless.
Edward's hands worked the clasp on Bella's bra, while her hands went to his jeans. Giving him a quick squeeze through the denim, (nearly making his knees give out in the process) she yanked on the button and pulled down the zipper. The cups of her bra fell away from her breasts, and she slipped the straps off, one at a time, before returning her attentions to him. His jeans were pushed over his ass and down his legs, where he finished removing them, masterfully using only his toes to do so, which allowed their mouths and chests to remain glued together.
Each reveled in the feel of the other's skin, the warmth, the smoothness, soft meeting hard.
Edward halted the frantic kissing, and Bella reluctantly disengaged her mouth from his.
"Lay back." He said it so quietly; she would have missed it if she hadn't been looking directly at him. She obliged, and he stood over her, caressing every curve with just his eyes. He was taking inventory of every location he wanted to touch, kiss, love. He started by picking up her left foot, lightly tracing the arch with his pinkie, causing her to giggle. Her giggling quotient seemed to increase dramatically in his presence, but it was fine with him. It made her boobs jiggle and jiggling boobs were never a bad thing.
His perusal continued up her ankle, whereupon his lips joined in on the task. She shivered in pleasure as his fingertip followed the curve of her calf, and then danced along the back of her knee. The warmth of his breath against her skin following the path of the tingles from his fingers left her sighing.
The actions were repeated on the other leg, until he cradled her hips with both hands and dragged his lips from bone to bone. His eyes rose to meet hers several times, gentle smiles passing between the two, and then he kissed his way up her stomach, pausing to lavish attention to both breasts-her nipples happily rising to the occasion.
Bella could feel his erection bobbing against her, and she squirmed a bit, trying to get it in just the right place. Edward laughed, telling her 'not yet', before capturing her lips in his. Her hands went to his hair to pull him even closer, and the grinding they were doing down below made her temperature rise.
Edward's hand went between them, grasping his cock and pushing the tip against her clit, rubbing back and forth and in slow circles.
"You like that?" he murmured between kisses. All Bella could do was moan in reply, and push her hips toward his, desperately seeking contact. He had other plans, however.
Using his hand to push himself up and off her, Edward stood up at the end of the bed again, using her hips to pull her toward him while she stayed prone on the bed. It was the perfect angle to see everything while keeping his hands free to roam. Positioning himself, he slipped in a bit, then out, then back in, but never completely entering. Bella wanted to push her heels into his ass to force him in-and she did try-but he was so much stronger than her. He wanted her good and ready, so that when he did fully enter her, she would explode.
He leaned down to wrap his lips around her nipple, eliciting a guttural moan from her throat.
There was no way he'd last as long as he wanted to.
His right arm went under her waist and he put his knee up on the bed, lifting her more into the middle. Cupping her chin in his hands, he kissed her sweetly before warning, "I'm gonna make you cum so hard, you'll forget your name."
Bella could only reply, "Fuck, yes."
He pushed back into her, a little more than before, and Bella felt herself clench from the sensation after being deprived for so long. Edward reached toward the head of the mattress and curled his long fingers around it, getting a good grip. His free hand took one last trek down her body, stopping to massage and tease her breasts a little more, then his thumb met her clit, giving it a quick rub.
Bella pushed his shoulders back a little so she could see his face. "I love you, Edward."
He smiled at her declaration and repeated it, "I love you, too." Her eyes closed as she savored the sound of the words, and a small smile graced her face.
Edward chose that moment to sink all the way into her while pulling against the mattress, giving him the leverage to really get deep. Bella's eyes flew open as she gasped, her arms automatically wrapping around his back, and her hips responding to his out of instinct. She wasn't sure she'd ever experienced something so...filling.
Their eyes met, and they moved in a steady rhythm with Edward bending down every so often to pull her nipple into his lips. His pubic bone held steady, rhythmic pressure against her clit, sending shots of pleasure through her with every thrust. Her hands moved up his back, caressing his shoulder blades, fingers curling into his shoulders as she desperately pulled him closer and closer, but never close enough.
Their skin was becoming slick, and they were both approaching the pinnacle. The breaths coming quicker, the words and declarations more staccato and unfinished as sensations ran them straight to the edge. Going over the edge was the end goal, however, so Edward moved his hands to cup Bella's bottom, creating a slight change of angle.
It was the Holy Grail of angles. Bella's cry of pleasure died in her throat as the tingles mounted in her belly, swirling and circling around until the explosion of fireworks and stars set her off. Her very vocal reaction then ricocheted into Edward, setting him off, as well.
The cacophony of voices went a little something like this:
"Holy. Jesus. Oh. My..."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, ohmygod..."
"Keep going...not done..."
Didn't matter who said what, because they all meant the same thing; it was the best sex either had ever experienced. Ever. Was it because of the love they shared? Perhaps. Probably. Most likely. Yes. Sex is always better with meaning behind it.
Edward collapsed against Bella, adjusting so he wasn't completely squishing her. His head found a home on her breasts, where it was quite content, and he listened to her galloping heart, smugly fist-pumping on the inside. Her fingers threaded through his hair, and he nearly purred in contentment.
"So, what was your name again?" He propped his chin on her breastbone, smiling expectantly.
Bella squinted at him, pretending to try to remember. "Queen Elizabeth?"
Laughing, he quipped, "I didn't mean who you think you are, my dear." He winked, and she groaned at him before grabbing a spare pillow and walloping him in the head. He tickled her in retaliation, and she begged for mercy while laughing breathlessly.
When both were calmed down enough, their minds turned to what they knew needed to be done. The Talk.
Edward crawled up the bed so he was lying parallel with Bella, and they each turned on their sides, propping their heads on their hands. Bella broke the spell first.
"Can I ask why you quit your job? Why you are making all these changes? I don't want you to lead a life you don't love. I don't want to be 'that' person who makes you change."
He smiled softly before answering, "I only opted to live the 'normal' life as a way to escape what I didn't like in my real life. I was looking for something better. And now, I've found it." Reaching across the bed, he picked up her free hand and kissed her knuckles, then continued holding it, rubbing the back with his thumb. "The job was just a job. Yes, I enjoyed it, but we both know there's no way I could have continued with it. I know I can do well in my father's company, also."
Bella's heart had clenched when he likened her to being that 'something better', and she squeezed his hand back. No one had ever made her feel like Edward did, and she saw what she had been missing all her life. He completed her. She felt better being who she was then, as opposed to the completely spoiled-rotten, little rich girl of months ago. Of course, she was still spoiled, but at least she was shedding the rotten rich girl part.
"I just want you to be sure. My life is considered fair game to the media, and they will do anything they can to make you look bad, make me look bad, make us look cheap. It's how they make money. People love drama. I can't fault them for it, really, but I don't want to pull you into that without you being completely willing."
Edward didn't even take the time to contemplate. "It doesn't matter, Bella. They can write what they want-and they will, I know-and we'll just go with the flow. If we don't give them material, they'll be hard-pressed to come up with anything bad."
He shrugged. "Anyway, it's nothing I haven't handled before." Pointing to his chest, he continued. "Heir, remember?" His follow-up grin made her laugh, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
After chatting a while longer, Edward recalled that Bella had been headed somewhere when he had stopped her in her tracks at the door.
"Hey, where were you going earlier, anyway?
Bella paused in her motions of getting dressed to answer, "I was going to run some errands before meeting Alice for an early dinner. The errands are shot, but do you want to come with for dinner?"
"Yeah, but do you mind if we stopped by my place so I can change? I'm not sure Alice would appreciate smelling me from across the table..." He lifted his shirt by a finger, scrunching up his nose. Bella took a moment (or four) to appreciate the view of him without the shirt on, then nodded her acquiescence.
They gathered up jackets and purses (well, one), and left her suite, holding hands like a couple of teenagers.
The elevator ride was spent in passionate kisses and frantic gropes, ending with the smoothing of hair and wiping of mouths just before the doors opened. They shared a smile that spoke of secrets and love and anticipation as they stepped out into the lobby. The future looked rather bright, in both possibilities and flash bulbs.
The flashes were coming from outside, beyond the protective cocoon of the lobby. Word had apparently gotten out about their involvement (thanks to the article), and everyone wanted to be the first to catch the new couple together.
Bravely putting on a smile, Bella slipped her sunglasses on and reached for Edward's hand. He mirrored her actions, putting on his own shades and firmly clasped her hand in his. They began the trek through the lobby, bracing themselves against the coming fray.
Edward turned to her and said, "Hey, you know what would really get them in a tizzy?"
Bella raised an eyebrow and smiled. "What's that?"
"If I dropped to one knee and proposed." Bella froze, causing Edward to jerk backward as she halted his progress.
He laughed, but reassured her, "No, not right now, but be prepared for the future, just in case. I have a bit of a spontaneous streak in me." There was that wink again. He was hanging out with Emmett too much.
She tilted her head forward, looking at him over her sunglasses. "Is that a promise?"
Treating her to his patented, killer smile (a little 'Risky Business'-esque Tom Cruise, if you were to ask Bella), he replied, "You know it, Heiress."
He pulled on her hand a bit, and she just laughed and shook her head, allowing him to envelope her.
Before they reached the doors, exposing their relationship to all, she tugged him down and whispered, "I love you. Let's get 'em."
A brief kiss, and then they were off, the doors opening and the flashes popping. Life in the gossip pages had never been better.
So. That's it. I really, really hope you enjoyed it. I tried to make it the best I could, but I know there is always unfinished business and unanswered questions. But that's ok. My job was to tell the beginning of their story; your job is to keep it going in your head, if you want. I 99% likely will not be returning to our heirs. I don't even have another fanfic imagined. While writing my two stories, I got an idea for a completely original story, and I have begun the process of writing my own characters, my own world, and I have to say, I dig it. It's fun playing God when nothing bad can happen. ;)
I may do one-shots here and there, and while I'm not ruling out future stories, I will be concentrating on my own work for some time. I've really, truly appreciated all of you reading and reviewing, all my Twitter supporters and pimps, so to speak. This story took FAR too long to complete, and I thank you all for hanging in there. I'd appreciate one *last* review, letting me know if you enjoyed it, if you thought it was crap, if you liked anything specific, if you wondered about anything I hadn't written, etc. I will respond to all the reviews for this last chapter, promise.
Thank you Tosh, seriously, without you, this would be a mess. You've hung in there with me through both stories, and I love you. Thank you to all pre-readers and anyone who talked about this fic on any site, on Twitter, recced me in their own update, etc. You guys are awesome, and make a girl feel all special inside. Hugs and shit to you all.
Across the Universes by FantasyMother Really cool cross-over of AU and AH, and I've started her sequel as well, even though I generally don't 'do' them.