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I woke up to Edward's hands on my body.
"You really took that whole unlimited breast groping thing seriously, huh?" I mumbled, arching my back against the mattress to stretch.
"I need you to wake up," he murmured, lightly sucking on my neck.
I blinked a few times, realizing the room was still dark. "What time is it?"
"Like, three o'clock."
"It's not time to get up yet."
"I know, but there are so many things I want to do to you..." he whispered roughly, tossing the comforter off our naked bodies. I shivered and kissed along his jaw.
"Things like... what?"
He grinned and moved to his knees, grabbing my waist and pulling me down to the foot of the bed. My pulse quickened when he knelt on the floor and parted my legs, placing a small kiss on my knee.
"Closer," he rasped, and I scooted further down so my ass was on the edge of the mattress and my feet were on the floor.
I propped myself up on my elbows. He worked a little higher, kissing his way up my leg: mid-thigh, inner thigh, hip. His mouth was everywhere except the place I was aching for him.
"Edward," I whined, and he looked up slightly to offer me a small smile.
"What?" he asked, taunting me. "Tell me what you want, Bella."
"And what do you want me to do?" he urged, moving his head between my legs to breathe warm air along my skin, laughing lightly because he apparently liked watching me squirm.
"Fuck, just do it," I moaned, lifting my hips, because he was right there and it was all I could think about.
"This?" He slid two fingers inside of me, teasing me, thumb ghosting over my clit. My hips lifted again, and he curled his fingers as I mumbled something incoherent about needing his mouth on me.
"Oh, you want this." And then he replaced his thumb with his tongue, warm and wet and fuck.
"God. Please, yes, please," I begged. I fucking begged. It was pathetic but I didn't care because he was Edward and I would fucking beg.
With closed eyes, I dropped my head against the mattress and groaned. The feeling of his mouth and stubble on my skin was quickly becoming my favorite thing. I was already on the verge of losing it, but then he removed his fingers and pushed his tongue into me and—
"Oh, shit, don't stop doing that," I panted, fisting the sheets, then tugging at the strands of his hair.
He licked and sucked and hummed, sliding his fingers back inside as he lightly nipped my clit. My thoughts became jumbled, but all I could think of was him. I began coming, cursing and moaning as my body tensed, and Edward, Edward, Edward.
My breathing eventually slowed and he stayed between my legs, licking and kissing before working his way up my body. And then he was lying on top of me, burying his face in my neck and I didn't want to move from this spot. Ever.
"I love... the sounds you make," he murmured against my skin, and I hummed in agreement.
"So, I'm kind of becoming obsessed with your mouth," I muttered, not caring how stupid I sounded.
He smiled against my neck and whispered, "I'm kind of becoming obsessed with your everything."
My stomach fluttered at this, and I kissed his shoulder before he pulled away and propped himself up with one hand. He gripped his dick and positioned himself, shooting me a questioning stare before he made another move.
"Do we need..."
"Um. We don't need to, but it's up to you..."
He hesitated for a moment, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he slowly pushed in, still hovering over me. He released a low hiss, and I cursed, closing my eyes.
"You feel... so fucking good," he uttered, moving his hips at an excruciatingly slow speed.
"Come here," I whispered, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him down, needing to be closer than we already were.
He reached back and hooked his hands under my knees, wrapping my legs around his waist, pushing deeper.
"Faster," I urged, not sure why he was holding back.
He laughed a little, mumbling against my lips that he wasn't going to last if he moved faster.
"It's okay," I reassured him, pulling his lower lip between my teeth.
I stared at his face, watching his eyes close in concentration; noticing the way his jaw locked and his forehead creased as his brows pulled together. I wanted to know what he was thinking, but stayed quiet as our bodies moved together.
"Just too good," he breathed out, sucking on my neck, thrusting faster. "Bella..."
He lifted his head and said my name again, slowing his pace this time.
"What?" I breathed out, rolling my hips against his.
"You don't even know..." he whispered, and my chest tightened from the way he was staring down at me.
"I do know," I said in a shaky voice as he dropped his head against my shoulder. "Fuck. I do."
I squeezed my legs tighter around him and held onto his neck as his thrusts became rougher. His breath grew ragged and he groaned, attaching his lips to my skin as he came inside of me.
Once his movements slowed, we lay there, catching our breath.
Lifting his head from my chest, he gave me a sleepy smile. "Hi."
"Hi." I couldn't help but grin back, pushing the damp hair away from his forehead.
He pressed an open mouth kiss to my shoulder and pulled out. I left the bed to go clean up, then slid back into bed next to him. He lifted his arm and pulled me against his side, planting a small kiss to my head.
"Edward?" I asked when his breathing slowed to a steady rhythm.
"Are you asleep?"
I peeked at his face. "No. You can't go back to sleep," I whined.
His lips pressed together in a smile, eyes still shut. "Says who?"
My stomach growled, answering for me. "I'm hungry."
"Nice to meet you. I'm sleepy."
I tried hard not to laugh and moved to my knees, tugging on his arm. "Get up. Let's make breakfast."
"It's four in the morning," he groaned. "I'll make you breakfast at a more reasonable hour."
"Well, I can't go back to sleep now." I leaned over and kissed his jaw. "And, if you remember correctly, I was asleep until you woke me up."
He pulled me to lie back down, holding me against his side. "It's not like you were complaining," he mumbled against my hair.
Dude had a point.
But my stomach growled again.
With a sigh, he sat up and scrubbed a hand over his face. "Come on," he said softly, swinging his legs over the bed. "Let's feed you."
After eating french toast in bed, I thanked Edward for breakfast by straddling him. By the time we were breathless and somewhat sated, it was close to seven o'clock. With a groan, I got up and pulled on one of his shirts and boxers. He stayed in place, lying face down on his bed.
"Are you sure you still want to drive me to work? I can just take a cab or something," I suggested, now realizing that leaving my car downtown overnight was a stupid idea.
"Don't be ridiculous," he mumbled against the mattress, then managed to slap my ass as I bent over to grab Rose's dress and shoes from the floor.
I shot him a playful glare and sat on the edge of the bed. "Wouldn't you rather sleep? It's your day off."
"Of course I'd rather sleep," he laughed, "but I'm a man of my word, Bella. Even though I'm exhausted—because your insatiable ass kept me up all night—I'll still drop you off."
I smacked his ass this time, then kissed his cheek. The one on his face.
"I'm just going to nap until you get back," he yawned.
"I'll be back in an hour," I said, leaving the room.
Walking down the two flights of stairs to my apartment, I took a deep breath as I slowly opened the front door. Peeking my head in, I said a quick prayer that Rose was still asleep so I could avoid her nosy ass. It was early, I was tired, and I didn't feel like dealing with her just yet.
"What in the fuck are you doing, Bella?" Emmett yelled from somewhere inside the apartment.
I rolled my eyes and sighed in frustration, shutting the door behind me. As expected, Rose pounced the moment I walked in.
"So? How was the date? You stayed the night and you're wearing his clothes, so it was obviously good. Was he good? God, I thought I'd never see the day that you two idiots finally—"
"Holy shit, Rose," I cut her off. "Stop talking. Breathe. Just fucking breathe."
"Don't deflect by telling me to breathe. Did you sleep with him or not?"
I offered a small shrug, but the smile on my face couldn't be contained.
"Fucking finally!" she screamed, setting her mug on the coffee table to lift her arms in praise, which I really didn't think was necessary, but okay.
"Will you calm down?" I snapped, ignoring Emmett's boisterous laugh. "Do you know how downright creepy it is that you wanted Edward and I to sleep together?"
"Do you know how downright creepy it is that it took you this long to sleep with him?" she shot back.
"Whatever. I'm not talking to you about this with him here," I muttered, pointing at Emmett.
"She's going to tell me, anyway," he said, uninterested.
"Awesome," I said flatly. "Well, I'm going to shower and change for work. Enjoy doing whatever it is you two do."
"By the way, how does it feel?" Emmett suddenly asked, causing me to stop in place.
"How does what feel?" I questioned cautiously.
"To finally have your head out of your ass," he quipped, snorting out laughter as Rose tried to stay composed.
"He has a point..." she offered, giving me a small smile.
"Don't be a dick, Em," I muttered, stalking towards my room.
"The truth hurts!" he yelled.
Maybe he was right, though. I had been so worried and scared about losing Edward as a friend, that I couldn't appreciate what was right in front of me.
But Emmett was still a dick.
Edward and I pretty much spent the next week in his bed. We'd wasted four years as friends not having sex, so it only made sense that we made up for lost time. And maybe I had quickly become obsessed with his everything, too.
The pessimistic side of me kept expecting there to be some awkwardness revolving our newfound relationship, but thankfully it never came. We seemed to ease into this new infatuation with each other without any issues.
"You almost ready? Emmett and Rose will be here any minute," Edward warned me, peeking his head into the bathroom.
"Yeah. I wasn't supposed to get Jasper anything for his birthday, was I?"
"Nah, but I think Em is bringing tequila."
I applied a second coat of mascara. "Of course he is."
He stood in the doorway for a second, then stepped into the bathroom and stood behind me. "You look hot," he murmured, kissing the side of my neck.
"I'm only wearing jeans."
"Yeah, but your ass..."
I met his eyes in the mirror and smiled as he slipped the strap of my top down my shoulder, before placing his lips there.
"I thought Rose and Em were about to be here?"
He groaned, wrapping an arm around my stomach and pulling my ass against him. I turned around, standing on my toes to kiss his chin. And then I gaped at the worn jeans hanging off his hips and his plain black t-shirt, dying just a little inside at how attractive he was when he barely even tried.
"You're too good looking," I said in a blasé tone, waving him off.
"Oh, shut up," he laughed, taking a step back and adjusting himself.
"Did Jasper ever say where we're supposed to meet him?" I wondered, walking out of the bathroom.
"Kung Fu Saloon."
I slipped on my flats. "Why is Jasper doing this again?"
"What? Having a birthday?" Edward questioned, raising both eyebrows. "It's sort of an annual thing."
"Shut up, smartass. We all went to Kung Fu last year, too. I just figured since he's turning twenty-eight, he'd do something a little more... twenty-eight-ish? Maybe dinner and drinks, or..."
"Nah, that's not Jasper's style."
"And getting belligerently drunk is?"
After pre-gaming for a bit with Em's tequila, we took a cab downtown to meet Alice, Jasper, and whoever else Jasper was friends with. But I was pretty sure it was just going to be the six of us, as per usual.
We walked into Kung Fu, one of the only bars on West Sixth that wasn't filled with douchebags. Or, okay, the place was still crawling with douches, but the atmosphere made it bearable. The place had skeeball, giant Jenga, and vintage arcade games. You know, the typical place for a twenty-eight year old guy to celebrate his birthday.
We caught sight of Jasper and Alice in the back of the bar, waiting for their turn to play Ms. Pac-Man.
"What the hell took you guys so long?" Jasper yelled as we walked towards them.
Emmett flipped him off and walked straight to the bar, Rose trailing behind him. Jasper's eyes traveled down to where mine and Edward's hands were clasped.
"I told you they were fuck buddies," he whisper-yelled to Alice, pushing past some guy for his turn to play the game.
"Real subtle, Jas," Alice said, rolling her eyes at him. "He's been drunk since three o'clock this afternoon."
"Of course he has," I laughed.
Edward brushed his thumb against my hand, then smiled down at me. "Fuck buddies?"
I shrugged, turning my attention away. I didn't think that's what we were doing, and I definitely wasn't about to have this conversation in front of everyone.
Emmett and Rose walked over carrying three shots each, distributing them amongst the six of us.
"Because it's not Jasper's birthday if at least three of us don't puke," he explained, and I made the mistake of smelling the shot, causing my nostrils to burn in protest.
"To fuck buddies!" Jasper said loudly, holding his shot in the air, waiting for us to cheers.
"Fuck you, buddy," Edward quipped.
"Nah, that's why I have Alice," he slurred, pulling her to his side.
Sometime later, when the bar had become crowded and I was tired of kicking Jasper's drunk ass at skeeball, I looked around for Edward. He'd disappeared earlier to play Mortal Kombat with Rose and I hadn't seen him since.
I set my empty pint glass on the bar, and turned around, immediately spotting him standing next to some skank ass bitch, nodding along to something she was saying. The split second of insecurity I felt was stupid, but I couldn't help it.
Edward caught my eye and nodded me over. I hesitated, then walked to where they stood, using every ounce of politeness I had in me to shoot the hussy a smile. I wasn't entirely sure what classified her as a hussy, other than the fact that she was standing within five feet of Edward.
I also wasn't sure why they were both staring blankly at me until I realized I had yet to speak, a strained smile still plastered on my face.
"Hey-o," I said. And then my smile faltered the same moment Edward grinned because, in my attempt to appear enthusiastic, it seemed I'd accidentally joined the words hey and hello together.
It didn't matter that I had already embarrassed myself within five seconds. Only cool people said hey-o. I would fucking rock the hey-o. Maybe I could even convince Emmett to start saying it.
The woman by Edward's side quickly glanced at him, then turned her attention on me. "Hi. I'm Lauren," she greeted, shifting a dainty glass into her left hand, reaching towards me with her right.
"Bella. So nice to meet you," I said in an overly sweet tone, trying not to squeeze her hand too hard.
"Bella is one of my closest friends," Edward told her, and I inwardly cringed at the word friend.
"How do you know Edward?" I wondered. And why are you practically spreading your legs for him right here, in the middle of the bar?
She beamed as she looked up at him, and I wondered if he knew the effect he had on people.
Jasper's fuck buddy comment entered my mind, and I suddenly felt sickeningly, irrationally jealous. I knew how Edward felt about me. He'd made that clear. But seeing how other women acted around him was just downright annoying, and I couldn't help but feel jealous.
Lauren was still beaming as she explained that their mothers did interior design work together awhile back, and that she's known the Cullens for years.
"Yeah, I've known them for years, too," I offered, nodding right along with her. "Our mothers... both read the same gardening magazine."
Cue the blank stares. Or, in Edward's case, the blank stare that slowly morphed into a grin, because he was clearly loving this.
"Lauren's a close family friend," Edward explained, trying to save the moment. Or maybe he said it to egg me on, because he was trying so hard not to laugh.
"I didn't know you had so many close friends, Edward," I said as nonchalantly as I could.
He chuckled lowly and pulled me against his side, placing a quick kiss to my temple. Lauren looked between us, exclaimed that she didn't want to miss her turn at skeeball, and excused herself.
"So. Close family friend, huh? Yet I've never even met her."
"You've never met my mother, either," he pointed out. "Gardening magazine? Really, Bell?"
I sighed. "You make me crazy," I mumbled against his chest. "Don't act like you didn't already know this."
"Come here, you." He placed both palms on the side of my neck and dipped his head, kissing me softly. It would've been a sweet moment if Katy Perry's voice wasn't blasting throughout the bar.
"You're kind of cute when you're jealous," he whispered against my mouth.
I slapped his chest. "I wasn't actually jealous."
"You're a terrible liar."
"Isn't that a good thing?" I asked in defeat. "Ugh, I suck."
"Do you?" he asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"We're leaving soon motherfuckers," Jasper slurred, appearing at our side. "Alice has a friend working on dirty sixth, so we get free drinks."
"Okay. We're gonna grab one more beer and wait on the back patio," Edward told him, placing his hands on my shoulders and shuffling us towards the bar.
"It's my birthday, bitches!" Jasper screamed and disappeared.
After waiting for our overpriced beer, we pushed our way through the crowd and found an empty table to sit at outside. Edward grabbed my waist before I could sit down and pulled me into his lap.
"Do you wanna go out with them after this, or are you ready to leave?" he asked, taking a lengthy gulp of beer. "'Cause I'd be okay with leaving..." he trailed off, smiling smugly.
"I'm cool with whatever," I said, nodding, still being a fucking insecure girl about the whole Lauren thing.
His eyes narrowed. "You look emo."
"No I don't."
"You look like Emmett did when that Bennigan's up the street closed."
"I look like me when that Bennigan's up the street closed," I argued, my frown deepening.
"Bennigan's going out of business was for your own good. Your love for the Monte Cristo was disgusting."
"Don't make me cry."
He laughed. "Seriously. What's wrong?"
"You introduced me as your friend," I muttered, staring down into my beer.
"I said you were a close friend," he corrected.
"Yeah, you said Lauren was, too," I pointed out.
"Look at me." I looked up. "Who did you want me to introduce you as? The girl I'm fucking crazy about?"
I utterly failed at trying to keep my smile contained. "I mean... that would've worked..."
His eyes crinkled as he smiled, and warmth took over my body as he leaned closer to my ear and whispered, "You know who you are to me."
"Yeah, but she doesn't know. None of these skank ass bitches know."
"I'm trying to be sweet and you're sitting here talking about skank ass bitches," he deadpanned.
"Sorry, sorry," I laughed, placing my beer on the table and wrapping an arm around his neck, playing with the back of his hair. "Well, maybe the next time you introduce me to someone, namely a skank ass bitch, you can just say I'm your girlfriend."
He grinned, eyes lighting up. "I could do that. There's only one problem."
I frowned. "What?"
"You never asked me to be your boyfriend."
"Edward," I whined, pushing his shoulder.
"What? I'm the one who's been pushing this thing along and dropping hints, so it's kind of nice that you're coming around. Let me revel in this for a minute."
"Be my fucking boyfriend."
He tugged on a piece of my hair, staring at my lips. "Ask nicer."
"You're so immature," I scoffed, which only caused him to laugh. "Fine. Please be my fucking boyfriend."
"You're ridiculous," he mumbled, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me closer to his face. "Okay."
"I'll be your boyfriend."
"Yeah? Are you sure you don't just want a fuck buddy? Because a few weeks ago when we were at Iron Cactus with my co-workers, you told me you didn't want a girlfriend."
His gaze softened. "I said I didn't want just anyone, because I wanted you."
"I don't recall you ever saying that last part," I said softly.
"That's because you were supposed to figure it out on your own," he explained, closing the small distance to kiss me. His tongue gently pressed against mine, and his stubble rubbed against my skin in the best way as he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth.
"Ask me to be your girlfriend," I murmured, opening my eyes, keeping my gaze locked on his.
He laughed, placing a chaste kiss to my cheek. "That part is kind of implied when you asked me to be your boyfriend."
"I don't care. Ask anyway. I want to hear you say it."
"Be my girlfriend, Bella," he said, suddenly serious.
My chest tightened and my stomach flipped, and I was so head over feet for this fucker it wasn't even funny.
I tried to rein in my smile. "Fine. But only because you're so hot."
"You're only with me for my looks?" he scoffed, pretending to look offended. "There's no way this will last."
"I think you're right," I agreed, playfully narrowing my eyes. "We'll probably only last two weeks, tops."
His grin was sly, and he buried his face in my neck, kissing the spot below my ear. "Then we should probably leave right the fuck now and make the most of it."
A/N: And that's it for these two weirdos.
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