PLEASE READ THIS A/N! Hi there everyone. It's been a long time since we've posted anything on here. I've been meaning to put this up for a while but I've simply been fail central. Better late than never, right? This futuretake was finished several months ago for Team MasenVixen's Fandom Gives Back auction. Please note that On the Double is NOT going to be a multichap fic and this is not intended to be "Chapter 2" in a longer story. We decided to post it here solely so that those of you who have the one-shot on alert would get a notification in case you were interested. (We'll probably move it to a separate "outtake" story on our profile later.)
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On the Double, FGB Futeretake
"Well, now that we've been naked in bed together, I suppose I owe you dinner."
Three Weeks Later...
"Where the hell is my tie?" I slammed the dresser drawer closed as Jasper laughed, pulled a drag on his cigarette and strummed a few chords on my new Taylor.
"Dude, you're a multi-millionaire and you only have one tie?"
I shrugged. "Other people dress me most of the time and I don't keep that stuff." I opened my closet and started rummaging through the mishmash of hangers. "But I know I have one around here somewhere that my mom gave me for high school graduation."
Jasper laughed again. "So it's ten years old."
I winced, finding the tie already hanging around a collared shirt, and pulling it out for our mutual examination. "Is it bad?"
Jasper eyed the blue and darker-blue stripes appraisingly. "Nah, it's boring enough to stand the test of time. But Christ, Edward, you realize you could wear a paper bag and still have any chick you wanted, right?"
I glared at him. "I'm just trying to take her on a real date, Jas. Anyway, the place has a dress code." Jasper was my oldest friend and now practically lived on my couch. He didn't pay rent but I let him crash at my apartment most of the time. I traveled a lot for filming anyway. His occupation changed week-to-week, but at present he was trying his hand as a freelance photographer.
"Where are you taking her?"
I pulled a scrap of paper out of my pocket and unfolded it. "Some place called 'Utopia'. I don't know. I just asked Jenks to make a reservation somewhere nice."
"Well, Utopia is sure-as-shit nice, Edward, but I don't think the dress code applies to you."
"Yeah, thanks, but I'd rather not be that douchebag on my first date with Bella."
"So you're going to wear a $40 Polo Sport tie with a three thousand dollar Armani suit?"
I scrubbed a hand at my hair. "I asked Jenks to drop off a suit. I neglected to mention I needed a tie. Should I just go without?"
"Nah, it looks fine. I'm just fucking around, Edward. Remind me again who this girl is? You sure do have it bad, man."
I smirked, thinking back to the one and only time I'd met Bella. It had been more than 3 weeks since our awkward-yet-unforgettable encounter on the set of "Distance". We'd exchanged numbers in my trailer. In a move that was both unexpected and incredibly sexy, Bella had taken the lead and texted me first. Two hours later her name appeared on my screen with the words: "Tag. You're it."
I was impressed at how cleverly she'd managed to both take initiative and put the ball squarely in my court in a simple three-word message. I'd had to leave L.A. immediately for a series of on-location shots in Denver but hadn't been able to get her off my mind. Though we hadn't spoken on the phone yet, we texted every few days.
"She's in law school," I said, smiling. "Her name's Bella and she's . . ." I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to think of an adjective for her. She was incredible, really. She'd obviously been nervous to film the sex scene, but that was to be expected. What was completely unexpected was how down to earth she'd been. How real. She wasn't an actress. She had been trying her best and had done a hell of a job, but I could see it all in the openness of her eyes, the goosebumps on her skin where I touched her. She hadn't been responding to the cameras or Carlisle's direction; her body had been reacting only to me.
I'd replayed the scene dozens — hell, hundreds — of times, and I still couldn't pinpoint the moment when I'd decided to "go for it" with Bella. One minute I was explaining the mechanics of filming a believable-yet-fake sex scene, and the next I was dry humping her toward a very real orgasm.
It was the most erotic experience of my life, and we hadn't even had sex. Just thinking about it made me hard.
I shook my head, forcing myself to exit the memory, at Jasper's loud cough.
"Jesus, man," Jasper said, hands up. "No further explanation needed.
"Sorry," I said, taking a seat on the couch and hugging a throw pillow to my lap. "But yeah."
"Cool." He nodded. "But seriously, dude. You need to get that shit under control." He gestured toward the bathroom. "I think a little pregame warm-up is a good idea."
I chucked the pillow at his head and retreated to my room to finish getting dressed.
I pulled into the circle drive in front of her dorm and turned on my hazards. I'd wanted to pick her up inside, like a guy should on a regular date, but she'd insisted on coming out to the car. There were too many lounge lizards hanging out in the common areas, she said, and she didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention.
I liked that about her. A lot.
As the clock inched toward eight o'clock, I wondered if I was supposed to get out and open the car door for her, or if it was okay to greet her with a kiss, or if that had to wait until later in the night.
Jesus. I was so out of practice at this. I hadn't been on a real date in God knows how long.
For the last few years, my love life had been confined to a string of occasional trysts with other celebrities — women who enjoyed a level of fame comparable to mine and understood the importance of discretion. The encounters kept me satisfied in the most basic of ways, without the risk pictures of my dick would end up on the internet.
It wasn't easy — and it wasn't always possible — but I tried hard to keep my private life private. Unless, apparently, we're talking about dry-humping Bella in front of 20 other people.
I closed my eyes and swallowed hard against the memory of her body squirming under me. I had known a few minutes into the shoot that the scene was going to be anything but typical. She'd piqued my interest from the moment we met, and though I'd tried to remain professional, she was just so irresistibly spunky, so adorably shy and yet determined. Finally convinced I wasn't misreading the situation, I'd reached between her legs to find her paper-thin modesty garment was completely soaked through. At that moment, I no longer cared where we were or who was around. All that mattered was this beautiful, mysterious girl and making her feel good.
That day with Bella was unlike any experience I'd had before. My recent typical encounters had been with women desperate and clamoring to claim my dick, to look and sound sexy, to etch their "O" face into my memory. With Bella, every look, every reaction had been authentic. She'd tried so hard to contain it; we both had. But whatever was there between us was too much — too strong to ignore, too demanding to wait for a more appropriate, private setting.
To say that I wanted her again didn't even begin to cover it. I wanted more. I barely even knew this woman, and here I was, already wondering about her favorite band, and how she took her coffee, and whether she talked in her sleep.
In other words, I was preemptively whipped. And royally screwed.
Forget all that talk about unresolved sexual tension. Resolved sexual tension is much, much more powerful, especially when all you can think about is resolving it over and over again. I sat in my car, rigid to the point of discomfort and trying to distract myself by naming the starting pitchers of World Series winners over the past decade.
Bella emerged from her dorm and started toward the circle drive. Though she was peering into the dark, clearly trying to discern where I was parked, I didn't signal to her right away. Because . . . damn. For all the romantic thoughts and wicked fantasies that had been swirling in my head about this woman, I realized now that I hadn't looked at her nearly enough yet.
She was wearing a simple black dress that would have looked predictable on any other woman, but on her it looked downright illegal. Bella had a lean frame with natural curves rarely seen in my industry. Just a hint of soft cleavage peered out over the square neckline. Thin elegant straps drew attention to her collarbones. It was short without being skimpy. She turned to scan the parking lot and I could see a hint of toned hamstring below the hemline. My thoughts moved to pushing the dress up to her hips, and I rubbed at my face in frustration.
This was a first date; I was going to behave.
I got out of the car and walked toward her, smiling. I leaned in, intending to give her a slight hug, but she'd thought I was offering my arm. The end result was an exceptionally awkward configuration involving us clasping wrists.
Smooth, Masen. Real smooth.
"Hey," she said, smiling shyly.
"Hi," I replied. "Bella, you look . . . that dress . . . wow. You're hot with your clothes on."
Try again, Cassanova.
She quirked an eyebrow at me.
"Shit, I'm sorry. That came out the wrong way. You're obviously gorgeous with your clothes off, too. I like you both ways."
Fuck. So much for not making a total ass of myself.
She laughed. "Same here. You look great tonight, though. I like your tie."
"Thanks. My mom bought it for me, like, ten years ago or something."
She laughed again.
"Here I am all nervous, expecting you to be Mr. Smooth or something, but you're totally not."
I clutched my chest, feigning shock. "I'm not smooth?"
"You are the antithesis of smooth," she teased, tugging on my tie. The ice was broken and we were both grinning like idiots. I had a good feeling about tonight.
"Antithesis, huh? I'm not used to having such big words thrown around, Ms. Bella Swan, Attorney at Law. Good thing I get the word-of-the-day email."
"Ha," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'll tell you what. You can be the beauty, and I can be the brains, ok?"
I shook my head, opening her car door. "Nope. I'm confident you have me beat in both categories."
We pulled up to the valet stand and I immediately regretted the decision to come to Utopia. A line of scantily clad women threaded out the door and down the block, all of them craning their necks to see who was coming and going.
Bella's face was turned toward the window so I couldn't gauge her reaction to the scene. It had been a long time since I'd engaged in the high-profile L.A. nightlife. It had been something of a novelty in my early twenties when I was still getting a handle on fame. But I soon learned what a toll the public exposure could take. Don't get me wrong, celebrity has its perks, but seeing my face plastered in the tabloids was not one of them.
"This place is incredible." Bella was craning her neck to look behind the car to the line of people clamoring to see us.
"Really?" I asked, skeptically.
"I've always been curious about these places. I was subsisting on ramen noodles until the double gig."
"Okay, then." I grinned, still unsure, but wanting to show Bella a good time. "Let's go."
I got out of the car and, though I wanted to open her door for her, a suit-clad man with an earpiece took care of that for me while another two men flitted to my side to do the same.
I nodded, grimacing. "How did you know—"
"Your assistant told us what car you'd be in and what time you'd be arriving. Your table is ready."
As Bella and I were escorted to our table in the back of the restaurant, I was acutely aware of the gasps and whispers erupting from everyone around us. I reached for her hand and squeezed as she shot me a grateful smile.
Once we were settled and left alone, I breathed a small sigh of relief. "Sorry about that, I didn't realize this place was quite so . . . trendy."
Bella smiled. "No, I like it. I'm having fun."
"So, tell me, Miss Swan, what have you been up to these past few weeks? I don't feel I've gotten the full story in your text messages."
"Well..." She smiled proudly. "I booked my Civ Pro exam."
I chuckled. "I think there were six words in that sentence. I understood three. Explain please?"
"Oh sorry." Her cheeks pinkened adorably. "Civil Procedure — it's a class about the rules of civil law practice. I got the highest grade in the class."
God, that was a turn-on. I'd been surrounded by brainless bimbos trying desperately to get on my dick for as long as I could remember. This woman was a breath of fresh air. And some floral scent that was driving me insane. Maybe lilac. Maybe iris. Definitely iris.
"Wow." I took a sip of my Maker's, willing my erection to stand down long enough to get through dinner. It wasn't going to happen.
Bella fidgeted with the stem of her wineglass. "Sorry, I'm just . . . . It's kind of crazy to be here with you. I mean . . . everyone is looking at us."
"They are?" I said, genuinely asking. I hadn't been aware of anyone or anything except Bella since we sat down. Her presence was intoxicating.
She made a face that said "are you kidding?" and then gestured toward the bar. "Every girl at the bar has been staring in this direction since we arrived."
I looked over and, sure enough, six heads snapped suddenly away, obviously embarrassed to be caught staring. Another three heads stared unabashedly back, making suggestive eyes at me.
"Ugh," I said. "Sorry.
"Oh my God, is that Lauren Mallory?" I whipped my head around to the table directly behind us. And my eyes locked onto the familiar ice blue glare.
"Yeah," I said, scratching the back of my neck. "That's her."
"Wow, she's amazing in person. I mean, she's gorgeous on screen but she's even prettier in real life. She's . . ."
"She's nothing compared to you," I cut her off abruptly.
"Oh, Edward, you don't have to patronize me. I know I'm not—"
"I'm not. I mean it. She's vapid and shallow and—" I stopped short as the expression on
Bella's face changed from slight embarrassment to dawning realization.
"Oh, you diddate her, didn't you?" she asked. "After Jury Duty . . . that wasn't just a rumor?"
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. Two years ago I'd made a film with Lauren Mallory about a prosecutor who has an illicit affair with a sequestered juror. I should have anticipated Bella would have seen it
In truth, I'd been avoiding thinking that Bella had seen any of my films. Even after 10 years in the business, I often avoided watching my own work.
"No, it wasn't a rumor." I didn't know what else to say. I'd dated her pretty seriously for seven or eight months before breaking it off. The break-up was amicable but Lauren had never stopped trying to keep in touch.
Bella took a long drink of her gimlet, her eyes darting across the room to Lauren as she swallowed and then nodded. "I should have figured it was true. You guys had great chemistry."
I winced, knowing she must be imagining the graphic sex scene I'd filmed with Lauren. I wanted to tell her the sex was nowhere near that good in real life. But somehow that didn't seem to be the right response in this moment.
"Edward Masen." The voice was right behind me. Bella's eyes were wide as I turned.
"Lauren. How are you? You look well." I was aiming for cordial but detached. She didn't take the hint, though, and ruffled a hand through my hair.
"Oh don't be so formal, Edward. I'm sure your date knows about our history — don't you, sweetie?"
"Bella," I said a little too loudly. "Her name is Bella."
"Nice to meet you, Bella."
"Bella, this is Lauren Mallory," I said unnecessarily. Obviously Lauren needed no introduction but it annoyed me immensely that she seemed to take that as a given.
"Hi." Bella's voice was friendly, no hint of the earlier distress.
"I must say, Edward" — Lauren turned her attention back to me — "I'm a little relieved. I thought for a minute you were here with Jessica Stanley. You realize Bella here looks a lot like her, don't you?"
I bristled. Bella's resemblance to Jessica Stanley was the kind of thing that was apparent if you unfocused your eyes and suspended disbelief. Close enough for body double work with no close-ups, but nothing more. Bella was fresh and natural where Jessica was plastic and oversculpted perfection.
"I'm aware of the resemblance," Bella piped up, smiling as she took another sip of her drink. "So's Edward. It's how we met. I was working as Jessica's body double on a film."
Lauren looked surprised Bella had spoken. "You're a body double?" She said the words as if they were distasteful. "Edward, I didn't know you had a habit of dating the crew."
"No, I'm not a body double," Bella corrected. "I'm a law student."
Lauren sniffed. "Oh."
I knew from my experience with her that Lauren loved to intimidate other girls. Especially other girls interested in me. This was an easy task when confronted with the typical aspiring actresses, singers and wanna-be models. But she was clearly not used to being challenged by someone who could care less about any of that, and who happened to possess a brain.
I reached across the table to grip Bella's hand, rubbing my thumb deliberately across her knuckles. "Well, it's great to see you," I lied, turning back to Bella. "But Bella and I have a lot to talk about, so if you'll excuse us?"
"Of course," Lauren said thickly. "See you around, Edward."
As she slunk back to her table, Bella gave me a mischevious look.
"We have a lot to talk about, do we?"
"Well, for one, I want to talk about the first time we met."
Her cheeks started to redden but she showed no other visible reaction. "What about it?"
"Well, I just want you to know that I don't have any . . . expectations based on that encounter."
"Oh." She pulled her hand away and took a sip of her drink. "Well, that's a relief." But she didn't sound relieved. I could have sworn I detected disappointment in her voice.
I wanted to follow the line of questioning but a familiar movement of a nearby patron caught my attention.
"Oh, shit," I blurted.
"Don't look now but there's a guy with a camera over there. It's hard to tell, but he's taking pictures under the table."
Fuck. I didn't know what I was thinking, hoping I could go on a regular date like a normal person. The photos could be on twitter and celebrity gossip blogs within minutes. I was pretty sure a girl with an aspiring legal career didn't want pictures of herself splashed all over Perez Hilton, covered with crudely scribbled cumshots.
"I'm so sorry, Bella. I didn't think—"
"Edward, can I be honest?" she interrupted.
"I think we should leave."
"You do?" I said, the relief in my voice palpable.
"Thank God," I smiled. I tossed down the bills to cover our drinks and motioned for the maitre'd to have my car brought around.
When we were a safe distance away from the restaurant, I finally slowed down and turned to her. "I guess I was fooling myself that it might be possible for me to take you on a date like a normal guy, but probably better you find out early. This is just how my life is."
"Does it bother you?"
Her question caught me off guard. Some women I'd been with loved the attention, others tried to avoid it. Never had one of them asked how it affected me.
"It does tonight," I answered.
"And the rest of the time?"
"I guess I try not to think about it." I loosened my tie. "Most of the time I feel so undeserving of everything I have. It feels selfish to complain about it."
"Well, no one's here but me."
I let out a breath as I considered her question, running a hand absently through my hair.
"Yeah. It bothers me. There's something terrifying about knowing I may never again be able to be anonymous, no matter where I am in the world. And then there are simply nights like tonight when I want to do something a normal guy would be able to do . . . I hate that I screwed this up."
"Edward, you didn't screw anything up. I'm having a great time."
"Me too." I grinned at her before turning back to face the road.
She picked up my ipod and began shuffling through my song selection. "Bonnie Tyler?" she asked after a few minutes.
"You have Total Eclipse of the Heart on your ipod." The statement was accusatory.
"No I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"Okay, I do."
She laughed. "Edward Masen likes Total Eclipse of the Heart."
"Hey!" I laughed. "That song is a classic."
She was laughing her ass off now as she set the song to "play" and began dramatically singing the opening verse. By the time she got to the chorus, I couldn't resist. We both belted it out together and I rolled the windows down slightly as we flew down the highway.
Several minutes later, the song ended and Bella was wiping tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes.
"Where are we?" she asked suddenly. "Is this your place?"
I put the car in park, only then realizing that in my haste to escape the swarm of cameras waiting for us outside Utopia, I'd unconsciously driven us straight to my apartment. The building I lived in was unremarkable and, frankly, not in a very nice part of town. I'd been living here ever since I first moved to Los Angeles as a broke kid and had never felt an urge to upgrade.
"Uh, yeah. Sorry, I wasn't really thinking about where I was going."
I didn't want her to think I was trying to lure her up to my bedroom at the first opportunity. And although I didn't want the evening to end, I also knew there were limited options that wouldn't draw unwanted attention.
"I know it's not exactly fancy but we could go to the In-N-Out up the road?" I offered. "I'm pretty sure the only things I have in my kitchen are beer and Kraft dinner."
She grinned wickedly. "Good thing I happen to adore Kraft dinner."
When we walked into my apartment, I began surreptitiously grabbing odd socks and beer bottles strewn about the living room.
"Wow this . . . isn't what I expected," she mused.
"I'm sorry about the mess but I really wasn't planning on having company. Anyway, it's not all my fault. My friend Jasper—"
"No," she laughed, cutting me off. "I don't care about that. I just thought it would be some slick, fancy place."
"Oh, yeah, my agent keeps trying to convince me to move, but I guess I don't see the point. I'm hardly here anyway." I shrugged.
Her eyes darted around the room. I had a pile of unbound scripts I was considering on one end of the couch, a couple of guitars on stands, and a bunch of mis-matched hand-me-down furniture my parents sent with me when I moved out here over ten years ago. Her gaze finally settled on the mantle and her breath caught. "Is that what I think it is?"
She was staring at the Golden Globe I'd won for my role in Jury Duty. It sat unceremoniously perched next to an empty bottle of Pilsner Urquell and the Shoebox greeting card my mother had sent for my most recent birthday.
"It is," I said. "I keep it there in case someone ever breaks in and I need a blunt instrument to use as a weapon. It's really heavy."
Bella laughed. "I can see the headline now: 'Edward Masen Bludgeons Would-Be Intruder to Death with Golden Globe Award.'"
I laughed. "At least I'd be putting it to some use. I don't really know what to do with it," I admitted. "It doesn't exactly fit in my place, does it?"
She shrugged. "It fits as well as you do. I think it's perfect." She smiled. "Are your dates often surprised to see your place?"
The question caught me off guard. I hesitated and Bella's face reddened. "I'm sorry, it's none of my business."
"Let's go make some mac and cheese." I said, smiling and pulling her into the kitchen.
Thirty minutes later we were enjoying a gourmet feast of cheesy noodles and bottles of Shiner Bock.
"So then," I continued, "Harrison Ford showed up on set. And right before we started filming, I went up and introduced myself. "
"Wow, that's incredible," she gushed. "You've met so many amazing people."
"I told him I loved Primal Fear."
"Oh no." She clapped a hand over her mouth. "You didn't."
I nodded. "I did."
"What did he say?"
"He said he'd pass that along to Richard Gere next time they met."
Bella laughed for several long seconds and then just sat there grinning at me. God, she was sexy when she laughed. But another minute later she was still smiling widely, not speaking.
Bella smirked. "You have Kraft dinner on your face."
"I do?" I said, but she caught my wrist in her hand before I could wipe it off.
"I like it."
At this she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek, wiping her napkin surreptitiously across the corner of my mouth.
"What was that for?" I asked.
"For being unexpected."
I smiled as she waved the napkin at me. "I wonder how much I could get for this on Ebay."
"Damn, here I was hoping you were going to ask me to autograph your panties or something. All you want is a napkin?"
She giggled and then looked at me thoughtfully. "I'm having a lot of fun, Edward."
"I was really nervous before you picked me up."
"Me too," I said again.
She looked skeptical. "You were nervous? You're a movie star." She said this as if it were the end of the debate.
"The reason I didn't answer your question about other dates seeing my place..."
"I've never brought a date up to my place."
And then we were just looking at each other, the silence ringing in the air around us. The ice maker made a churning noise and it started to sink in that we were really here, alone. No one was watching, listening, taking pictures. No microphones, no ex-girlfriends, no curious onlookers.
All the thoughts I'd been trying to keep at bay in the car, at the restaurant, came flooding back as I sat next to her in the kitchen of my outdated bachelor pad. Her smile faded, her eyes got a little wider and her breathing grew heavy. Our eyes met and that same current of energy I'd felt on the film set was alive and coursing between us.
In that moment, my resolve to behave myself was utterly obliterated.
I reached out and traced a finger along her collarbone. "You're so beautiful," I whispered.
I slid my fingers up under her jaw, tilting her head back as she closed her eyes and I pressed my mouth to her throat. I kissed her neck and she sighed, sliding her hands up the sleeve of my shirt, tugging me closer. Our seats at the table weren't conducive to making out so I stood, pulling her to her feet. We were both flushed and breathing heavy.
She tugged at the back of my neck, bringing me to her lips and sliding her tongue across my bottom lip. "Edward," she murmured, before kissing me once, long and slow. "Show me your room."
Without a second thought, I hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. We kissed as I walked her backward through the messy living room and into the only tidy room in the house. Reaching the bed, I crawled up on the mattress, laying Bella on the dark navy duvet. I sank back on my heels and took in the sight of her in her tight black dress, her hair spilling around the pillows.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows behind her head and bending down to brush my lips across hers. She shifted underneath me, tilting slightly upward before wrapping her arms around my neck.
"So, this is familiar," she murmured, smiling against my lips.
"Yeah," I breathed, closing my eyes as she raked her fingers through my hair.
"But no witnesses this time," she whispered. "No cameras."
"Bella, I didn't expect — I mean, just because of how we met, I didn't expect us to—"
Bella brought her lips to my ear. "Shhhhhhhhhhh." She exaggerated the demand for me to be quiet, mimicking my instructions on the movie set. She pulled her face back to look at me, her eyes sparkling in amusement. "My turn to shut you up."
I dropped my head to rest on her shoulder, completely overwhelmed by the delicious mix of past and present that was flooding my senses. I was imagining all the things we could do now that we were alone and remembering the thrill of bringing Bella to her climax on camera. My hands were in her hair, my lips on her neck, my tongue on her skin, my mind nearly blown by it all. How good she smelled, tasted. The thumping of her pulse, the rise and fall of her ribcage.
"Tell me what you were thinking that day, Edward," she whispered.
Christ. She could not be any sexier. And my cock could not get any harder.
"I was thinking that I wanted to look at you," I rasped. "I was thinking I wished we were alone so I could just peel the covers off of you . . . and stare."
She gasped a little and tightened her grip on my waist. I sat back up, taking a moment to collect myself. I wanted to go slow. I wanted to savor her. She scooted back against the pillows.
"Okay . . ." She reached up and loosened the strap on one side, letting it fall down her shoulder, then repeated on the other side. She gently slid them from her arms until the dress hung around her waist, leaving only her strapless bra. Her breasts swelled over the top of the black satin fabric.
I rubbed at my face, my mouth gaping as I took her in.
She raised a questioning eyebrow at me and I nodded.
She reached behind her, unclasping the bra and letting it fall to her lap.
That day on the movie set, I'd been treated to only hurried glimpses of her body, shrouded by sheets and modesty patches. I was now more grateful than ever that we were alone, that no one but me was enjoying the full, uninterrupted view.
Fame had afforded me experience with women. But before Bella, they had all been slightly modified versions of the same thing: too shallow, too skinny, too tan, and too fake. Bella, I realized with a smirk, was the 'antithesis' of all those things.
"What?" She asked, registering my smile.
I shook my head. "Nothing. Just . . . Jesus, Bella. You're stunning."
"Well, are you going to just sit there and look at me all night?"
"No," I said, grinning. "But I'm going to need another minute."
She laughed and her breasts bounced a little, making me grow harder. I ignored the wetness I could already feel leaking from my cock and just watched as her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling with her every intake of breath.
Then I crawled toward her on the bed, straightening on my knees and cradling her face in my hands, kissing her.
"Not so fast," she murmured against my mouth, tugging on my tie. "I haven't had a chance to look at you."
I smiled, sinking back on my heels. "You want to undress me, all you have to do is ask."
"I'm asking," she said. "I've been wanting to get this hideous tie off all night."
"Oh really?" I balked. "Well, by all means."
With a flip of her wrist, she flung the tie from the bed and began to go to work on my buttons. And then, my belt. When I was undressed to my boxers, she rose up on her knees and pushed her dress the rest of the way down over her hips, revealing a pair of black lace boyshorts. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband, preparing to push them off.
"Stop," I said.
She cocked her head to the side. "Still need a minute?"
"Those, I take off."
I moved her hands and took my time sliding the panties over her hips. I kissed her waist, pulling her flush against my mouth as she gasped and clutched at my hair. When they were halfway down her thighs I straightened and pushed her gently backwards, slipping them finally off.
She was flushed and practically writhing, laid out naked in my bed. I had always avoided bringing women to my place because I had never met anyone I really wanted to let into my life. I hadn't planned on bringing Bella here tonight, but now that she was here, I never wanted her to leave.
I quickly shed my boxers and bent over her, relishing the feel of my chest pressed flush against her naked breasts. She hooked a leg around my waist and I reached a hand between her legs, cupping her gently at first, then pushing firmly against her as we kissed.
I slipped a finger inside her. She arched her back and began to rock against me.
I knew I could probably make her come like this, and soon. But I didn't want to. I wanted to taste her and I wanted to make her come doing it. Tracing my lips along her jaw, I sucked her earlobe in my mouth before tugging on it with my teeth.
"Want to know what else I was thinking that day?" I breathed.
"I was thinking about how much I wanted to tear those flimsy paper panties off of you. I was thinking about how good you would feel. How easy it would be to just push them to the side..."
She whimpered loudly and I nearly climaxed at the sound alone.
I kissed my way down her chest, pausing only to sweep my tongue once around her nipple, then to her waist, her navel...
"Oh, God..." she moaned, urging me lower with a slight surge of her hips.
I lifted her legs onto my shoulders as I scooted her toward my mouth. I wanted to ease her into this but I just couldn't. I opened my mouth against her pussy and breathed against her for a long moment as she began to tense and then relax against me. I moved my lips ever so slightly, sucking on her gently.
"Jesus, Edward," she sighed, her legs flexing as I sucked, then relaxing when I released the pressure.
I slid my tongue inside her. Surrounded by her warmth, I couldn't think of anything but Bella. She wriggled against me and I couldn't get enough of her taste. I gripped her hips and forced her closer, taking more of her in my mouth.
She gasped harder and locked her thighs around my neck, arching and shaking as she came. When she finally relaxed, I unhooked her legs and kissed her ankle, smiling against her calf as I looked up at her.
"Holy shit, you're good at that," she said, giggling.
I laughed lightly. "So, you're really not an actress, huh? That's a relief."
She shook her head. "I'm no Meg Ryan. That was all me."
"Bella," I said, turning her onto her side and nuzzling her neck. "Tell me what you were thinking that day. What was going through your mind?"
"Hmmm," she mused, reaching behind her to thread her hands in my hair. "I don't think I want to tell."
"Hey," I chastised. "I told you. Quid pro quo, Bella."
"Oh no fair," she quipped, "throwing around legal jargon. You obviously know my weakness."
"Quid pro quo," I repeated.
"Okay, okay," she relented. "I was thinking that you were even more gorgeous in real life than you were on the wallpaper of my Macbook."
I laughed. "You're kidding."
"Seriously? I'm the wallpaper on your laptop?"
"Yup." She was covering her face with her hands.
"That's . . ."
"Mortifying. Embarrassing. Humiliating."
"No." I gripped her hands and pulled them away from her face, kissing her palms. "That's amazing," I said softly. "Really."
"Well, that's what I was thinking in the beginning."
"Okay . . . then later on?"
She waited a moment, swallowing as if steeling her resolve to answer the question. "I was thinking . . . that I'd never been so turned on in my whole life and you weren't even really touching me. I was thinking about what it would feel like . . ."
"Go on," I encouraged, needing to hear her say it.
"To have you inside me."
Oh holy fuck.
"Bella," I breathed in her ear.
"I want to show you. Let me show you."
She turned towards me and took control then, gripping my jaw and kissing me deeply as she rolled me onto my back and straddled me. My cock was stiff and getting stiffer as she kissed and nipped at my shoulder, my neck.
She scooted down, settling between my legs. She took me in her hand gently, thumbing the head of my cock softly as she rubbed me in gentle pulls.
Christ, it felt good.
"But first," she murmured. "Quid pro quo."
"What do you—" But before I could finish the question her mouth was surrounding me, her tongue wrapping around my shaft as her fist gripped the base, pumping just barely as she sucked along my length. I almost laughed as I deciphered her meaning — she was returning the favor. I hissed as she tongued the crevice on the underside of my head, moaning around me. I swept her hair from her forehead, looking down at her lips surrounding me as she sucked.
"Fuck, Bella," I said when I was dangerously close to the brink. "Stop, please." She released me from her mouth, moving up and straddling my waist. I reached behind me to the nighttable drawer and pressed the foil wrapper into her palm. She smiled a little shyly, tearing it open and together we unrolled the condom.
Even though I knew it was coming, I was utterly unprepared for the moment she sank down onto me.
"Oh, Christ," I hissed in time with her own tight gasp. She lowered herself slowly, absorbing my length at a painfully measured pace. I fought the instinct to push up into her, gritting my teeth and gripping her hips. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her hair falling in soft sexy tangles around her breasts.
When she'd taken all of me and her body rested firmly against mine, she stilled. She opened her eyes, and locked them onto mine.
"Wow," she panted.
"Yeah," I agreed. "Fuck."
I moved my hands to her ass, massaging her, partly to channel the urge to thrust, and partly to encourage her to move. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on my ribcage, and began to rock just a little.
"Shit," I gasped.
"Yeah, " I said. "Just like that. Take your time."
She braced her hands on either side of my face, staring intently into my eyes, her mouth open, her brow creased. She slowly rolled her hips forward and back, her eyes struggling to maintain contact with mine as she took me all the way in again.
"God, Edward," she whispered. "Oh, God."
Satisfied she was okay, I began gripping her ass harder, pushing her up and pulling her down firmly on my cock. She sat up then, clawing her hands through her own hair and closing her eyes as she let herself just get lost in the sensation of fucking.
Her breasts were bouncing, her teeth gripping her bottom lip as she whimpered in a rhythm of raspy gasps. I could have come right then, just watching her on top of me, but I wanted to finish this the way it all began — with Bella, underneath me.
I stilled her hips with two firm hands and slipped out of her, pushing her back gently into the pillows.
I sucked two fingers into my mouth and then circled them gently around her clit as I pushed inside her again. She was wet with sweat and moaning desperately as I thrust forward and back over and over and over again. Her face bore the same pleading look of exhiliration that had done me in weeks ago. But the feeling of being inside her now was so much more, and so much better than I could have imagined. And now, free to let go, she was moaning loudly, saying my name and God's name and a littany of exquisite noises. There was no one to hear but the neighbors, but I was pretty sure they could hear it all. My whole body was tensed, fighting for release when she arched up against me, screaming and cursing as she came again.
"Fuck," I grunted, pushing into her one last time.
We lay entwined, sticky and connected, for several minutes. I gently sucked a nipple into my mouth, laughing against her as her breath caught. "Bella?"
"What?" she asked, lazily running her fingers through my hair.
I crawled up her body and kissed her lips, her nose, her chin before looking her seriously in the eyes. "I promise to never ever shush you again."
She slept over. As in, we actually slept.
Normally, I have kind of a weird thing about sharing the bed. Not that I don't usually stay the night afterward — I'm not that much of an asshole — but I'm the first to admit that I have kind of a complex about someone sharing my sleeping space. All that extra body heat, and the never-ending tugs and twists of the blankets, and that gross thing where you wake up and realize that you're inhaling the air she's exhaling.
But Bella slept in my bed last night, and she's sleeping next to me now, and I'm feeling pretty damn good about it. Don't get me wrong — it definitely wasn't a restful night of sleep. For one thing, she makes these sounds. Not really talking, so much — more like humming, I guess. It's adorable. She's also somewhat of a cuddly sleeper. At various points throughout the night, I woke up with her thigh slung over my waist, her bare chest pressed against my back, her head on my shoulder.
I had been lying awake for the past hour, replaying the sex in its entirety, half-hoping that my morning wood wouldn't wake her up and half-hoping that it would.
"Edward?" She tilted her head back to look at me as I hugged her tight.
I smiled, my chest swelling with happiness that she was awake. "Hey," I said. "Good morning."
"What time is it?"
"Damn." She sounded disappointed.
"You ok?" I asked, running my fingers along her cheek, her jaw, her throat.
"Yeah. I just have to go soon. I have a study group thing."
"Oh." Now I was the disappointed one. "Do you have time to eat breakfast? I don't have much food, as you know, but—"
"There's an In-N-Out down the street?"
"Exactly. Are you the kind of girl who can eat a hamburger for breakfast?"
"I'm totally that kind of girl. But what time do they open?"
"Oh, I get it," she said, "Ten-thirty or anytime Edward Masen has a craving?"
I shrugged, grinning. "I never said fame didn't have some perks."
"Perfect!" Energized, she bounded out of bed and shimmied into last night's black dress. "I guess I'm a little overdressed for breakfast, huh?"
"Nah," I said, teasing. "I'm pretty sure that's standard morning-after-breakfast attire."
She punched my arm playfully. "Come on," she insisted. "Put some clothes on." She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Let's add that to the list of things I never thought I would do: telling Edward Masen to put his clothes on."
"Ok, ok." I reluctantly pulled on some sweats and a Patriots jersey and began to usher her out of my room. When my hand skimmed across the small of her back, I stopped.
"Bella," I said, spinning her around to face me. "I had an amazing time. God, that sounds so trite. It was more than amazing. It was perfect, really."
"Yeah," she said softly. "Better than I imagined. And believe me, I have imagined. A lot."
I shook my head, chuckling, and then leaned down to kiss her. I brushed her lips gently at first, then wove my fingers in her hair and tasted her tongue with mine. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed me to her, whimpering a little when she felt me pressing hard against her.
"Edward," she breathed, breaking the kiss. "We have to go. You keep kissing me like that and I'll be tempted to blow off study group. Law school, even."
I furrowed my brow and scratched my chin, giving her my best contemplative look. "I'll let you go on one condition."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"Bring me your phone."
"My phone? Why?"
"You'll see," I said, smiling wide.
"O-kay. . ."
Hand it over," I said when she came back into the room, and she promptly dropped a purple iPhone into my open palm.
"Nice phone," I said approvingly as I began to move my fingers over the touchscreen.
"What are you doing? Seriously. Why do you need my phone?"
I didn't answer. With my arm extended, I held the phone in front of us and whispered in her ear. "Smile, Bella." To my surprise, she didn't question. We both smiled wide as I snapped the picture, and only then did she look slightly confused.
"Edward, what are—?"
I eyed the picture and grinned. We both had bedhead, were grinning like idiots, and I was in pajamas while she was in a cocktail dress. In other words, it was perfect.
"This is better," I declared. "Much better."
"Better for what?"
"For your MacBook."
Thanks for reading. Much love, M&V