It's the last one! Big, big love to Bookjunkie1975, Coolbreeeze and Word Ninja for beta/pre-reading duties and dealing with all of my crazy. There's a lot of it.
Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight; Eddie Money own "Take Me Home Tonight"; whoever wrote A Lot Like Love owns that; I own a bag of those new mini marshmallows dipped in chocolate.
The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: 11
Pen name: CrumblingFool
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Bella tightened her grip on the steering wheel of her old truck in frustration, letting up on the gas pedal as the car in front of her slowed even more.
She turned to look at him, huffing in response. Honking, she sped up a little, edging the truck's bumper closer to the car.
"Seriously, take a breath. Your face is turning purple," he tried again. She scowled at the road.
"Shut up." She pulled into the next lane, speeding up. She stuck her head out the open window, shouting, "Get off the road, asshole!" as she drove by the offending car.
Grabbing their straws from an earlier fast food stop, Edward stuck them under his lips, in front of his canines. "Smile? For me? Come on, B."
She couldn't help but laugh.
"Where are we going, anyway?"
She glanced over at him, then back at the road. "North," was all she said as the city faded behind them.
"And you know what the worst part is? This entire time she's been acting like all of this is my fault when she was the one who started pulling away first."
She fiddled with the radio, glancing between Edward and the road, searching for a station that wasn't static.
"I mean, yeah, I was busy with work, but that was something that would benefit both of us."
"Uh huh," Bella turned the dial minutely. Ha! Finally! She turned the volume up a little.
Edward looked down at the radio, but kept talking. "I was trying to support us. I was building a career. I am building a career."
"Oooh, ooh, ooh," she sang over him, looking out the corner of her eye to gauge his reaction.
"Does she just want to me to not give a shit about work? She used to like that I was driven."
Bella turned the volume up a little. "Yeahyeah, yeaaah, yeah."
Desert flew past them outside the truck, telephone lines the only reprieve from the monotony of sand and mountains on either side of the road.
"Do you know," he was talking over her now, "that I came home ten minutes late one time and she threw a bottle of wine at my head?"
She turned the volume up again. "I feel a hunger. It's a hunger that tries to keep a man awake at night. Are you the answer? I shouldn't wonder when I feel you whet my appetite," she sang louder.
"A bottle of wine! At my head!" He was shouting now.
"With all the power you're releasing it isn't safe to walk the city streets alone!" she was stumbling over the words, trying to sing through her laughter.
"Anticipation's running through me. Let's find the key and turn this engine on," he sang softly, eyes looking forward out the windshield.
She smiled over at him, cocking her head. "I can feel you breathe; I can feel your heart beat faster."
"Take me home tonight! I don't want to let you go till you see the light! Take me home tonight! Listen honey, just like Ronnie sang: be my little baby!" the both shouted, laughing as he leaned over to sing right in her face.
Bella got out of the car and tossed her jacket behind the seat. It landed next to her camera and an old quilt her grandmother made for her mother. She grabbed the blanket, fingering the worn green fabric, and walked to the back of the truck, laying it down in the bed. Edward hoisted himself up, careful not to spill the bottle of wine he'd opened and they settled themselves against the back of the cab, looking up at the sky.
There were no telephone poles or wires, no signs of anything modern besides them. The moon was bright and clear in the dark sky, a million stars that she'd never be able to see from her apartment, now visible.
"Did you love him?" Edward took a swig from the bottle, passing it to her.
"Jake? No. Maybe. Not like I should have." She lifted the bottle to her lips. "Did you love Kate?"
"I think so."
"You think so? You either did you or you didn't."
"I thought I did. If it wasn't love it was a lot like it" he rolled his eyes, grabbing the bottle out of her hands. "Sounds stupid when I say it out loud."
"Honestly? If you're not willing to sound stupid you don't deserve to be in love."
He chuckled, handing the bottle back to her. "Such an asshole."
She laughed, eyes wide. "What? It's true."
Edward stuck his head over the hood of the red truck, glancing around.
"What are you looking for? We're in the middle of the desert." Bella stood up, arms against her chest, ignoring the fact that his own naked chest was inches from hers. She glanced down at his blue long sleeved shirt in a pile next to their jeans and her white tank top.
"You looked! You said you weren't going to look!"
"I didn't!" for some reason they were whispering.
"That's not- You said you weren't going to-"
"I didn't. Now go!" She pointed then put her hands on his hips to push him away from her. His eyes darted down and she brought her arms back up against her chest.
"I did," he smiled, backing away to where she wanted him. He raised his eyebrows as he looked pointedly at her chest again.
"Shut up," she laughed.
A minute later she stood behind her camera, mounted on a tripod now in front of her truck, looking through the lens at the view before her. Edward stood on a rock, moon bright behind him, hands cupping himself and looking incredibly uncomfortable in the beam of the truck's headlights.
"Ooh, looking good," she teased, laughing as his pale skin flushed lightly.
Bella adjusted the aperture and lowered the shutter speed. "Nice ass, Cullen." She checked the focus one last time.
"You're just taking advantage of me now. Stop using me for my body."
She laughed and looked up at him. "Okay, the shutter's going to stay open for forty seconds and you have to hold very still. Got it?"
She set the timer. "Ready?"
Pressing the button she ran from behind the camera, across the chilled desert sand to Edward. "Coldcoldcold!"
She hopped up onto the rock, quickly pressing her body against his, wrapping her arms around him. She looked up at him as his hands smoothed across her waist, linking at the small of her back. His bronze hair was almost brown in the dark.
"Shh. No moving."
Green eyes darted from her lips up to her brown eyes, watching as she made the same path on his face. A slow smile spread across his lips.
"You're moving," she scolded. Her brown hair caught a slight breeze, brushing against her bare back. She pressed closer to him.
"Can't help it," he whispered. With the slowest of movements he brought his head towards hers, closing the few inches of space that had been between them.
And then she was pushing her lips against his, both of them tentative and eager at the same time. It'd been a long time since she felt his kiss, his bare skin. Too long since his hand had gripped her hip, her hands had threaded through the hair at the base of his skull. It was familiar and foreign, like muscle memory kicking in as you watch your body do something you forgot it learned.
She heard the shutter close and moved her hands to his hips, pushing, pulling, grabbing for him. He was lifting her, carrying her across the sand, setting her down on the blanket. There were hands and sighs and lips and they knew how to do this with each other. They knew this dance.
There was heat. Lots of heat. Above her, below her, completely surrounding her. Someone cleared their throat. Bella opened her eyes, squinting against the sun, letting her eyes adjust.
"Shit." She nudged Edward in the ribs. "Situpsitupsitup." She tried to smile at the police officer standing next to her truck. Clutching the the quilt to her chest she kicked Edward in the shin.
"The fuck?" he stretched lazily, flexing his hands where they rested against her hips.
"Wake up. Now," she hissed.
"Sir, Ma'am, do mind telling me what you're doing exactly?" The deep voice brought Edward out of his sleep haze. Scrambling they both sat up, staring at the uniformed man. "This is a national park, folks. So, I suggest you put your clothes back on," his lips twitched beneath his mustache, "and go back wherever it is that you came from. Clear?"
Bella almost burst out laughing when she got sight of their reflection in his aviators.
"Clear," they both managed.
They waited until he'd turned around and headed back to his car before looking at each other.
"Oh my god!" Edward breathed with a smile.
She giggled, dropping her head onto his shoulder, his skin warmed from the early morning sun.
They sat quietly for a moment before Bella raised her head. "Ready?"
He sighed, looking down at her and then nodded. "Yeah, let's go."
My love for this movie is a little bit insane and the car scene is one of my favorites. www[dot]youtube[dot]com/watch?v=eX28BVuRrJg
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