The Learning Curve: Outtake 2

Chicago, Illinois

"This hotel is…totally weird," Edward said, cringing as we sat down on our bed – the only really recognizable piece of furniture in the room. I bit my lip to keep from commenting, having made that determination the instant we walked into the very abstract lobby. "I mean, the description said contemporary. Since when does that mean a bunch of amorphous blobs for chairs?"

I shrugged helplessly, looking over at the red lounge chair in the corner that really made no sense as a chair. It was sort of S-shaped and didn't look all that comfortable. And the desk…the desk was like ten pieces of wood nailed together at varying heights. Not much use for actual writing. Oh, and the dresser? It was a pyramid.

"I'm sorry, I should have picked a better place to stay," Edward sighed. "I think I want a shower before we go to dinner. Do you want to join?"

Normally, my answer to that would have been a resounding yes, but I'd seen the shower. I didn't think Edward and I were going to have much fun in that crazy thing.

"I'll take a rain-check," I said, and he seemed to understand where I was coming from.

While Edward disappeared into the bathroom, I relaxed on the bed and surveyed the room again. It was sort of cool, if you were into the whole abstract thing. Maybe we could even have some fun with it. My mind began to wander, and as my eyes settled on that wacky chair, an idea struck. I smiled to myself. This would be fun.

When I heard the shower turn off, I quickly shed my clothing and got on my knees on the chair, leaning over the curved back. Sure enough, it left my behind raised in the air, a visual present to anyone walking out of the bathroom…like Edward was right now.

I peeked over my shoulder at him. He stood in the doorway with nothing but a towel around his hips, hair damp and tousled, mouth hanging open and a bulge slowly appearing through the thin white terrycloth around his waist.

"I think I figured out what this chair is for," I said slyly, wiggling a little for his benefit. "Want to test my theory?"

The towel dropping to the floor was answer enough.

"We've never done it this way before," he said as his hands touched my hips, sliding up to my breasts.

"Which is sort of a shame, don't you think?" I said, looking over my shoulder again.

He shrugged and one of his hands slid down my stomach to tease my clit. "I like to see you," he said simply. "But I like this, too."

His fingers continued to play with me, one hand at my breast and the other between my legs, but I was already on edge.

"Edward, I'm ready now," I told him, pushing back impatiently so that his cock brushed against my ass.

"Okay," he breathed, and then his cock was rubbing against my slit, and I whimpered for more. He slid in and pushed deep into me, deeper than he'd been before. My breath caught in my throat as he drove all the way in, his body curving over mine.

"Oh my God," I moaned, resting my forehead against the velvety fabric of the chair.

Edward grunted his agreement and pulled almost all the way out, thrusting back in quickly. My eyes rolled back as he hit that magic spot.

"Ohh, that feels good," I panted. "Do it hard, please."

"Hard?" His hips moved with a bit more force and speed, testing just how much I wanted.

"Harder," I demanded, fingers curling into the chair. He braced his arms against the back of the chair on either side of me and began driving deeply into me in rapid, skin-slapping thrusts. I closed my eyes and let myself feel it, this raw, sweaty, dirty, mind-blowing sex.

Why weren't we doing this every day?

I liked this position, too. I liked the weight of him against my back, the sounds we made this way, his hard breathing in my ear. It was all so…hot.

Each thrust brought me closer, so close, and I instinctively reached down to touch myself, knowing it was all I needed to get there.

"Fuck," Edward panted in my ear, and when his teeth bit lightly against my shoulder, that was it. I was coming, and then he was coming, and then we were a sweaty mess on the chair that had started this whole thing.

"I think I could use that shower now," I mumbled.

He lifted himself off me so that I could finally turn to face him. He looked as shell-shocked as I felt.

"I think I need another," he admitted. "You know, the shower actually has some features I think you'd really enjoy."

His raised eyebrow told me it was a very particular kind of enjoyment he was talking about. "In that case, I think we should give up on our dinner plans and order room service."

"That is the second-best idea you've had today," Edward grinned, towing me toward the bathroom.

A/N: So, I had to write this next outtake quickly so I could answer some of the questions from the last reviews...

1) Where do you look up your astrology chart? - tarot dot com has a lot of free samples of things like your birth chart and always gives good information.

2) What work does AJ do? - I'm an administrative assistant. I do computering and paperwork. But my job is actually not very taxing, so it's nice.

3) Is there another fic coming? - I have plenty more writing to do. My priorities, in this order, are getting the Bonne Foi epilogue up, finishing A Madman's Mercy, and getting into the swing of regular updates on Anatomy of a Human again. After some or most of that is accomplished, I have another fic that's been waiting in the wings for quite sometime. I haven't titled it yet, but it will be historical fanfiction set around Jane Austen's era. All-human, all Regency goodness.