Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This plot right here...I'd say it belongs to me. No copyright infringement intended.

This is for the girls who love Air's Edward. And, because, part of me will always love him, too.

Takes place about a month or 2 after the original story ended.

i decided to do it via today's WitFit prompt:

Word Prompt: Frenzy

Plot Generator—Phrase Catch: Tell it like it is.

Repeat the phrase to yourself five times, open a blank word document and begin.

Candles and lanterns.

We'd finally gotten electricity, and Bella wanted candles and lanterns for the housewarming. What she hadn't bought my sister had supplied, happily helping saturate the place with every decorative lighting option known to man. They rushed around now, lighting things with the safety matches they'd found in the kitchen.

I'd stopped smoking...really all of my lighters were gone.

Not that I couldn't use a smoke right now. I didn't really relish the thought of having our home invaded by people, even if they were people we loved.

I wanted quiet, maybe a little dinner. Maybe a little Bella.

But she wanted this, so, here we were.

She brushed by, looking around. "I think that's it."

"Yup. You got 'em all."

Cutting her eyes at me, she sighed. "You could at least pretend to be excited."

"Pretend?" I chuffed quietly. "You must have me confused with someone else."

"Must," she agreed, kissing me just long enough for me to start to kiss her back, though a knock at the door put an end to that. "Thanks," she whispered, her palm to my cheek.

She didn't say for what. She didn't have to.

A couple of hours and several beers into the night, and I was fine. I watched Bella show people around, her cheeks pink with pride. And happiness.

That made me proud. And happy.

"Place looks great, man." Marcus stood beside me, nodding as he looked around.


"It's about time." He sipped his drink, crunched his ice. "You've been talking about building for years."

"I was waiting," I agreed. "For the right time."

"And the right girl," he said, smirking, eyes following Bella. "Tell it like it is."

I watched him watch her, knowing exactly what he saw. He didn't hide his approval, and while I couldn't say I liked that, I knew it was just the way he was.

"Probably," I said, after a moment.

"Definitely." He clinked his glass to my bottle and moved on, zeroing in on some other girl I didn't know.

Bella had wanted finger foods, but I'd put my foot down on that. If we were going to eat, I wanted to eat. Outside, we kicked it old school with a grill and an in-ground fire pit with built in benches. Burgers, steaks, and veggies on skewers. Potatoes and fresh salmon.

Riley grinned when he saw me. "S'up, man of the house?"

I gave him a look and shoved him aside, grabbing the tongs so I could check on the progress of the steak. Bella liked hers medium rare, and I didn't want it getting overcooked.

Riley snatched the tongs back, making a face. "I got it, I got it. Relax. Go mingle."

"Do I look like the mingling type?"

"Not really, but you can pretend."

"Were you talking to Bella?"

"About what?"

"Never mind." I finished my beer and tossed the bottle, contemplated getting another. One of the coolers were near the fire pit. Carmen and Kate lounged there, talking and roasting marshmallows.

"Excuse me, ladies," I said, easing past them to get to the cooler.

"Hey, Edward," Carmen said, touching my arm in greeting.

I popped open my bottle. "Hey. How's it going?"

"Good." She pulled her marshmallow from the fire, blowing the flame out. "Your house is amazing. I knew you were good, but I have to say...I'm impressed."

"Thanks," I said, and I meant it. Having my own house had been a dream of mine for years; building it myself had been another. "Have you gotten the tour?"

"Nope." She grinned, standing. "You should give me one."

Kate caught my eye as she got to her feet. I'd never said anything to her about Carmen's little crush, but she'd noticed. I could tell. She'd known Carmen even longer than I had. "You seen Garrett?"


"Thanks," she said, zipping her hoodie.

More people had arrived, and now things were a little crowded. It was still pretty mellow, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to an empty house later.

Carmen followed me from room to room as I showed her around. She asked questions about random things, and when we hit the bedroom, she pushed her way inside. I paused in the doorway, glancing around as I flipped the light switch. I hadn't really planned on showing this room off. It was private; it was mine...ours. The bed was made only because Bella had insisted on it. She always made the bed.

"This is a great color," Carmen said, running her finger over the wall.

It was nice, a pale, pale shade caught between purple and grey. "Bella chose it."

She turned. "Who's Bella?"

I watched her carefully, wondering if she was bullshitting me. How had she shown up tonight and not known who Bella was? I got that, despite going way back, we didn't really run in the same circles these days, but really?

"My girlfriend."

Yeah, there was no faking Carmen's surprise. "I didn't know you were dating someone," she said, coming back toward the door.

"It's been a year," I said. "She lives here."

"No shit." She looked almost affronted. "Didn't think you were the type."

I didn't bother to ask her what that meant. Shutting the bedroom door, I led her back down the hall.

Kate, Garrett and Riley stayed late, helping us clean up. When the last bag of trash was tied off and the dishwasher started, they headed out, saying their goodbyes and promising to see us soon.

I was in the shower when I felt a draft. Smiling, I waited for Bella's touch. She always joined me in here.


"Hey." She touched my chest and dragged her fingers down to my stomach.

"Have fun?" I asked, wiping the water from my eyes so I could open them.

"Yeah." She smiled, biting her lip. "Did you?"

"Yeah." I reached out, pulling her close so I could kiss her.

And so I could feel her against me.


I was wiped out. Yawning. I couldn't wait to fall into bed, snuggle up and sleep. It was the best bed, too.

But I'd been sneaking peeks at Edward all night, watching him travel in and out of the house, stoic, with the ever-present beer bottle in hand. I watched him talk to people and listen, his eyes drifting to find mine every now and then. His relaxed demeanor just made me want him more, and by the time people started leaving I was ravenous for a touch, a taste.

I knew he'd done this just for me. He hadn't been thrilled when I'd told him about my desire for a housewarming get-together – I wouldn't call it a party – but he'd given in quick, cajoled by a massage and a blow job, and promises that I'd handle everything.

In the end, he'd insisted on grilling and all that, but I'd planned everything else. I couldn't help it. Besides the apartment with Alice and Rose, I'd never had a home like this. At first I'd thought that it would always feel like Edward's, but once my stuff was put away, and the first night became the first week, I realized that it felt, truly, like home. Our home.

"So can we turn the lights on now?" he teased, sliding his soapy hands to my breasts.

"We have the lights on in here, don't we?" I said, sounding a little breathier than I'd intended.

"Because I turned them on."

"I liked the lanterns and candles. Gave everything a nice, warm finish."

Smiling faintly, he closed his eyes, slippery fingers pinching gently at my nipples. "I can give you a nice, warm finish, too."

Tired and ticklish, and very in the mood, I squirmed away from his double entendres. "I bet. Let me finish up in here and I'll let you."

He dropped a kiss on my mouth and got out, leaving me on my own. I tapped the almost empty bottle of shower gel on my open palm, impatient to get out and join Edward. We'd been busy over the past couple of days, running around and getting things done with school and work and the house. I missed him.

I lathered and rinsed, and combed out my hair. I dried off, brushed my teeth, and downed a glass of water.

And made it to bed right in time to see Edward fast asleep.

Sighing, I tossed my phone onto the dresser and pulled a shirt from the drawer. My pre-sex anticipation fizzled into antsy boredom, and, abruptly wide awake, I grabbed a book, turned off the light, and went into the kitchen.

The couch in the living room had become one of my favorite reading spots. I liked it especially because it was beside a window, and on nights like this I could see city lights glittering in the distance.

Popping the last of a brownie into my mouth, I turned another page in my book. It was good, and I was engrossed, but when a familiar hand swept my hair from my neck I put it down and looked up.

Edward stood above me, wearing just boxers. The unexpectedness made my heart flutter and skip. He came around, settling on the far end of the couch, cupping his hand around my ankle.

He was quiet awhile, rubbing his other hand over his face. I watched him, admiring the angles, planes and curves of his body.

"No panties?" he asked after awhile, and I realized he'd turned his attention to the place where the bottom of my t-shirt grazed my skin.

I shook my head. "Not after my shower."

"How long was I out?"

I glanced at the clock. "Hour or so."

"Sorry." His hand slid up and down my calf. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You were worn out." I shrugged. "I didn't want to bother you."

"Sex is never a bother."

"Neither is sleep."

"It bothers you," he said, his gaze lazy, finger tips tickling.

God, he looked good. He always did. I'd always want this, want him.

"Only because I wanted to be with you," I said, watching his hand.

He nodded, parting my legs with his hands. I felt exposed. I knew that he could see me, and that he liked that. I started to sit up straight, but he pulled my legs a little, pulling me closer, and then shifted so that he was between. He touched me, sliding his finger inside, but I wasn't that wet. Not yet.

"Come here," he murmured, shifting off of the couch. Kneeling on the ground, he maneuvered my legs onto his shoulders and kissed his way up my thighs to the juncture between.

I moaned when he got there, closing my eyes to the frenzy of feeling. He was good at this, good at making me feel good and fast, and I could feel myself getting wetter. When he added his fingers I grabbed at the couch, shoving the cushions aside.

I'd never look at this couch the same way again, that was for sure.

I came hard, grabbing his ears as I rode it out. It had been days, but the build up had been worth it. He sat up, wiping his mouth with a smirk. "Did you just grab my ears?"

"Yes," I said, unabashed, locking my feet around his waist so that I could bring him closer. He let me, positioning himself so we were lined up.


This second I loved.

The second he went from being beside me to being inside me.

It was my favorite.

He thrust so thoroughly I kind of squeaked, not expecting him to go so hard so fast.

"You okay?" he asked, reaching down to brace himself.

"Yeah," I panted, voice shaky.

And I was. So okay.

He slowed down after a minute. "I don't want to come," he whispered, leaning down to kiss me. I slid my tongue into his mouth, not wanting him to come yet, either.

We didn't last long, though. We never did when we waited.


This second: another favorite. Watching him come, the look on his face when his walls came down, utter and complete vulnerability. His eyes squeezed shut, and he groaned, seeming like he was on the precipice of pain, it felt so good.

I ran my fingers through his hair, kissing his face when he rested it against mine. My position on the couch had grown uncomfortable, but I allowed him a minute, knowing that if he was tired before, this had just annihilated him.

He looked down at me, smiling crookedly. "Now you can go back to your book."

"Nah, I'll come to bed," I said, shaking my head.

His pretty green eyes searched mine, and then, like he'd found whatever he was searching for, he closed them again, a peaceful little smile mellowing out his face.

After a moment he pulled out and got to his feet, grabbing my hand so that I'd follow.

I tugged him to a stop, turning the lamp off, glancing out at the dark, dark night, at the stars and the twinkle of a city by the bay.

much love to joy, my sanchita runtagua.

and the very fine michelle (lovescuppycakecollins). and the sweet nic (kennedy nicole).

and Glinda Good Witch-Oz, Sharon Henderson, Cejsmom Twifan, Any AnyAny, Ana Masen, Christina Gibbins, Mss L Masen, and all of the the other girls who showed Air so much love. i appreciate the kindness and encouragement. you ladies rock, and i hope this tiny glimpse into this E & B's future does not disappoint.