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what-a-strange-creature--moved · 2 months

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Look, Don't Touch

Bella x Edward | post-Breaking Dawn Word Count: 713 | Rating: E/18+ Content Warning: Sexually explicit content, masturbation, voyeurism kink Summary: 'A game, she says. It's not a game to me.' Edward has to keep his hands to himself as Bella finds her pleasure. A/N: As someone who has never written smut before, I'm terrified! Written for my February writing challenge previous | next Read on AO3

I had once believed that my torture would end when Bella was turned. Though the image of her with glittering skin and blood red eyes had been intolerable for the longest time, I’d slowly grown accustomed to the things I could gain in the loss of her humanity. Chief among those was the end to my desperate, shameful thirst for her blood. Surely the absence of that dark craving would eliminate my torment forever.

So I’d thought.

My Bella will always find a way to drive me crazy with desire.

Tonight, she has me ensnared so tightly I can hardly breathe and it’s only by the sight of her. A lustful vision nestled in the pillows of our bed, in our house, in a corner of the world where no one can touch us.

And yet…

“Let me touch you,” I say, my voice ragged, low.

Bella, my Bella, opens her eyes, but only barely.

“That’s not the game,” she whispers, then closes her eyes again, sinking back into an ecstasy so lovely, I can nearly taste it.

A game, she says. It’s not a game to me.

I ball my hands into tight fists and I leave them lay in my lap. From my perch at the end of our bed, I am held in thrall by my wife, my forever love, as she touches herself.

My eyes rove, so captivated am I by her naked body: the way her breasts jiggle as she breathes jerkily; the dip between her collarbones that begs to be kissed; her hands, ever-moving, one caressing the side of her neck while the other works two slender fingers inside of herself. I can’t look for long at those fingers, at the wetness that coats them as she pulls slowly out of her pussy, or I risk falling upon her and thoroughly breaking the rules of her so-called game.

On a particularly rough thrust, she moans my name with something like relief. An electric current jolts through my body, causing me to shake, and I have to close my eyes.

Her “game” requires me to be clothed as I would have been before, when we didn’t have a house and a bed of our own or our marriage, back when I snuck through her bedroom window to lay with her while she slept. This is her game, which she’d framed as “just something she wanted to show me”: a tableau from before, a romanticization of nothing that could’ve been but everything she’d wanted. Everything I’d wanted, deep down, when I knew she wanted it too.

As a result of being clothed, my erection strains painfully against the zipper of my jeans, so sensitive, adjusting it was nearly too much.

“Edward, yes!”

My eyes fly open at her cries, stunned by my own inattention. How could I miss a second of this?

But her eyes are sealed shut, head thrown back, shower-damp hair tangled at her pale shoulders. In her fantasy, she fantasizes about me despite my presence. I feel privileged by her trust, by her desire to be watched by me.

“I need you, Bella,” I groan.

She sighs, a smile marking her lips as her hand moves faster.

I grip my erection, trying to stave off completion as long as I can, but the friction causes my hips to jerk. There’s no winning for me like this.

“Baby, please,” I whine, not recognizing my own voice. I never considered myself someone who begs until I met this woman.

Bella gasps, pins me with a stare so intense I feel it throughout my body, another electric current flowing through her and into me. I see a change in her face, as if she’d gone from dreaming to wakefulness, as if she remembers when we are in time.

Better now at reading her, I can guess what this look might mean.

As quickly as I can, I pull my irritating sweater over my head and throw it across the room, followed by my awful, confining jeans. I can’t help my wide grin as I move toward her on the bed, even as she huffs.

“Okay, just get over here. Now,” she says, but I’m already covering her body with mine, ending my brief torture with a deep, glorious kiss.

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thebiggerbear · 3 months

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Edward x Bella Masterlist

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thefabledcannibals · 15 days

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His dramatic ass is giving Bella in twilight missing Edward.

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vamptearrs · 1 year

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Have fun with these lmfao

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findmeinforks · 8 months

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The Incident - Paul Lahote x Fem!Reader

A little one shot that I just couldn't stop writing. A good angst to fluff (btw my fics will never be all angst, im too soft). Also do not fear, Im working on a Sam fic and part 3 to not letting you go. But you let ME know what you think of this one ❤️ 2K words

"My SISTER, Paul. She's my fucking SISTER!" you yelled, voice hoarse as your throat cracked.

"I could give a SHIT LESS WHAT SHE IS. YOU'RE. NOT. GOING." He screamed, jaw taut as he tried his best to subside the tremors that were threatening to take over his body.

You ignored the teeth he bared, shaking your head and scoffing.

"Aren't you tired of this?! I'm going over there. I HAVE to know she's safe."

"YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I'LL JUST SIT BY AND WATCH MY IMPRINT GO TO A PLACE WHERE I CAN'T PROTECT HER? WHAT ABOUT ME KNOWING THAT YOU'RE SAFE?? HUH?? YOU'RE SICK IF YOU THINK I WOULD BE OKAY WITH THIS!"

"Sick?!? SICK?!? LETS TALK ABOUT HOW 'SICK' IT IS THAT YOU WOULD WANT TO KILL HER AND THE BABY. THATS MY FAMILY PAUL!"

"AND WERE NOT?"

It had been like this for a week straight. Ever since the pack stormed through the door announcing their mission to kill Bella and the unborn child within her.

You felt as though your two families had been pinned against each other. Head spinning at the idea of there being a 'choice' between your sister and imprint.

On one hand you were desperate to make sure she was alright, but also exhausted at the never ending battle with your boyfriend.

Sure you had talked to Bella over the phone, but you didn't buy into the lies like your father had. Even though you knew significantly more than he did, she still attempted to downplay the situation. She had done this numerous times since getting thrown into the vampire world, but she could only keep you in the dark for so long before you unraveled the truth.

You had to see her. Even if it was the last time. By fate, or at the hands of the pack. You had to be there for her, as she would you.

Leaving your imprint though? Was at task challenging at best. On at least four different occasions you fought with Paul for so long that Emily and Sam had to intervene, prying you two apart at the pleads of other pack members.

Emily would console you while you ranted and Sam would make Paul run off his anger in the woods. When you faced him again, it turned into a rerun of the same argument. Nobody in the house had gotten sleep, and the things were progressively getting worse.

Quil came through the door, widening his eyes.

"Just a heads up everyone, a little comedic relief does not go over well. I saw my life flash before Paul's eyes." He huffed before sitting down.

"When is this going to be overrrr?" Embry whined. He shoved his head in his hands on the kitchen table while you and Paul went at it in the front yard.

Emily sighed.

"Unfortunately sooner than you think....Y/N packed her suitcase this morning." She said quietly.

"You're not really going to let her go over there are you?!?" Kim stood up, looking at both Emily and Sam.

"If you would like to stop her, please, be my guest." Sam motioned his hand to outside, where you and Paul could be seen through the window. You were throwing your arms up and pointing fingers at him, while his voice boomed loudly, towering his large frame over yours.

Kim winced.

You had always been the calm to Paul's raging storm. 'Made him all soft' as the guys would tease. None of them had actually seen you two disagree with each other. In the mind link they saw glimpses of minor arguments, most of the time being reconciled in the sheets..

Paul eventually got an order by Sam to think about something else while on patrol. 'Literally, anything else'.

"She's not going anywhere. I can count on my hand how many times they've been apart since he imprinted. They'll work it out eventually." Jared said as he pulled Kim on his lap, taking a hunk out of his apple.

Kim didn't share a look that she believed him, worriedly looking out to where you stood.

A few moments passed when her body stiffened and she gasped, making Jared look where she was.

"SHIT! SHIT!" He said, throwing Kim off his lap.

Sam turned to look out the window in time to see Paul phase, his sharp claw making contact with your skin. Your blood curdling scream instantly had everyone else off their seats, nearly knocking each other over to race outside.

You laid on the ground as your body wracked with sobs, clutching your side. Blood gushed through your hand as you started to panic, scrambling to stand. The large silver wolf only stood for a few moments before Paul shifted back, completely horrified as he frantically tried to reach you.

He felt his heart nearly rip out of his chest as you backpedaled into Emily, who was helping to hold you upright.

"NO! NO! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! IM DONE!" You cried.

Sam stood in the middle of the two of you.

Paul could feel his chest caving in, hand out, speaking more gently than he had at all in the past week.

"B-baby. Please. Please, I'm- I'm so sorry baby. Please let me just see-"

"NO! I'm done. I'm done. I'm leaving. I'm done." You repeated like a mantra, limping to the car.

"Y/N you cannot drive like this..." Emily attempted to say as she stepped in from behind you. She could see your anxiety was heightened, and afraid to set you off further.

"I have to go," you choked, on the verge of tears as you tried to open the drivers side. You had yet to even notice the gash in your side, adrenaline pumping wildly through your body.

Paul made his way around Sam, grabbing your other arm that was holding the door.

"You are crazy if you think I'm letting you leave like this. Please come-"

You yanked your arm from his grasp.

"Don't. Let me go!" You said coldly.

Paul froze. He couldn't move. You never spoke to him like this. Even in the numerous fights you two had this week.

Every single instinct in his body needed to help you. He knew you were downplaying your injuries. He knew he just royally fucked everything up. But the absolute last thing you could do was walk into a house full of vampires dripping in blood. Fucking doctor or not.

"Come inside and let me take a look at you, okay? Please." Emily said to coax you, frantically looking at your wound.

This made Sam follow her gaze, looking down to see the blood pouring from your side hadn't stopped, and you were growing paler by the minute.

"Y/N....you're going to stay here and I'll call Sue." He said in an authoritative voice, leaving no room to argue as he turned to start dialing the number.

You almost argued. You almost fought both of them on the subject. Your stubbornness almost won.

But you felt an immense pain. So strong you don't know how the hell you didn't notice it when you stood up.

That couldn't be good.

"....Y/N?" Paul said, barely above a whisper. Tears were now silently streaming down his face as he held both hands out slightly. Not close enough to touch you but to be prepared in case you fell.

You could feel yourself start to float in and out of consciousness. You tried to ground yourself by focusing on something. You looked at his hands that were outstretched.

Those hands that you held on your first date. The hands that hover your back anywhere you go. The hands that lift you up from the couch on movie nights to bring you to bed. The hands that move in just the right way when making love to you. The hands that were now shaking, not out of anger, but fear. You loved those hands.

"Y/N? Baby?" Paul said louder, more urgently as he could see you fading.

You watched him get blurry as the world started to spin.

"Paul," you murmured, before fading into darkness. The last thing you remember were the hands that caught you before you hit the ground.

"Y/N!!!" Paul screamed as he caught your body falling into him.

Sam ran back, telling him Sue was just up the street. He instructed Paul to carry you inside and onto the bed. The pack dispersed, each trying to find something to help you such as towels, an emergency kit and pillows.

Paul held you close as he lay you down, while repeatedly whispering in your ear.

"I'm so sorry baby. I'm so-so sorry. I cant lose you. Youre everything to me. I'll never yell at you again. I swear on my life. You can do whatever you want. I'll do whatever you want. Please, I love you." Paul pressed kisses to your hairline when Sue and her nurse friend entered.

Jared reluctantly came in behind them to lead Paul out of the room as they worked.

"Come on man, she'll wake up soon I promise."

After he was guided out, Paul slid down to sit on the other side of the door, refusing to move. Jared didn't push it, leaning down to sit next to him.

"Sue's seen this kind of stuff before. Just needs stitching up and stuff," Jared reassured as he put his hand on Paul's shoulder.

"It's not the injuries I'm worried about. So much as what she'll think of me when she wakes up. I....I fucked this one up, Jare."

"If Emily can forgive Sam, I think Y/N will forgive you. She's crazy about your ass."

Paul just nodded, praying he was right.

Your eyes fluttered open slowly as you woke. You looked around to see that you had been bandaged up along your left side, an IV attached to your arm sat close by. You attempted to sit up, whining when the pain wouldn't allow it. Within a few minutes Emily entered, her face showing relief.

"You're up! How are you feeling?" She checked the IV before sitting on the edge of the bed, careful of your body.

"Sore...where's, where's Paul?" Your heart ached as you started to replay what happened. There was no doubt in your mind what happened was an accident. You had seen the signs he always warned you about, and chose to ignore them in the heat of the argument. Not only that, but the look on his face when you had refused him was too much to bare.

Emily smiled, not expecting you to want to see him so soon.

"He's just outside the door. Hasn't moved. He didn't know if you'd want to see him..."

"I need to talk to him."

It hadn't even been a few seconds when Paul stood at the door. He looked more out of shape than you did. The disheveled hair and dark circles under his eyes told you he hadn't slept in days.

"I'll give you two some space. Just holler if you need anything," Emily spoke as she stood up, making her way around him and down the stairs.

Paul remained where he stood,

"If you don't want to be with me I understand. I have no words for my actions other than I am so...." he cleared his throat, trying not to cry. "So incredibly sorry I put you through this. I put you in danger when I was trying to keep you out of it. You don't have to stay I-"

"Paul please just kiss me." You interrupted, not wanting to hear the rest as you already made up your mind in forgiving him.

He stood for just a moment longer, trying to comprehend if he heard you correctly. It was when you weakly opened your arms for him that he wasted no time in rushing over to you, cupping your face and gently yet passionately kissed you with everything he had. Tears flowed his cheeks at the relief that you still wanted him. Even after everything he had put you through.

You two pulled back for air after a moment, and you ran your hand through his hair.

"I forgive you, okay? I can't imagine my life without you."

He let out a breath, smiling for the first time in weeks.

"It will never happen again. I swear on my fucking life baby." He caressed your hair, neck, landing his palm on your heart.

You two sat like that for awhile. Almost scared to leave each other's presence. You two talked for hours on the bed. Paul had confessed that the night before, while you were sleeping, the pack had fought with the Cullens. You learned that Paul refused to go, not wanting to leave your side. You were grateful to hear that Sam didn't push on him being there, knowing you were all that mattered to him, and he'd refuse him if he had too. Even if it went against his every instinct as a wolf. Turns out that Jacob had imprinted on your niece, and Bella had survived, now as a vampire.

You weren't particularly thrilled your sister was now a bloodsucker, but as long as she was alive, you were happy.

Paul eventually made his way to the other side of the bed, kissing every exposed inch of you, whispering all the things he loved about you in your ear until you fell asleep.

When your heartbeat slowed down and he was sure you were out, he reached down and felt the velvet box in his pocket. No doubt in his mind about the future you both held.

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edwardsdeathcabcd · 8 months

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in midnight sun when edward sees his siblings playing a convoluted chess game, knowing they won’t let him play, and in new moon when bella watches him & alice play, but the game happened entirely in their heads & only took a few minutes LIKE. no wonder edward was happy to spend their honeymoon playing chess instead of fucking lmao he hasn’t had a good opponent in over 80 years

#& u have to admit it’s. A LITTLE BIT CUTE.#LIKE. she gives him so many small things back yk what i mean. all these tiny normalcies.#bella is the only person edward can play chess like a normal person with & that’s so funny #twilight #bella x edward #bella swan #edward cullen #midnight sun #new moon #breaking dawn #alice cullen #twilight blog #mine

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a-small-safe-place · 4 months

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Then, Nothing.

Yandere Cullen family

A/N: Renesmee is a platonic yandere. The rest of the Cullens are romantic yanderes for you, but it is mostly centered on Bella and Edward right now.

You met Renesmee in a park. You were babysitting a child for a family, and she happened to approach you. This child looked too grown to be the age she said but also looked too young to be anything older, and something about her was off-putting in an uncanny valley way. However, something compelled you to engage with her. She said she did not want to play with any of the other children. Renesmee said they were too ingenuous. That seemed like too big of a word for such a little girl. She talked your ear off, though. She said she does not "talk" much at home, and that it is easier just to be not verbal. That worried you; was this child being abused and forced to stay silent at home? Who even were her parents?

As if on cue, a very beautiful man and woman approached. They looked too young to be the girl’s parents, but also too similar to her to not be her parents. They were also more inhuman in appearance than Renesemee. The mom, Bella, was more welcoming than Renesmee’s father, Edward, who chose to remain standoffish.

Bella smiled and told you, “Renesmee doesn’t usually talk to people besides her family; you must be special.” Her tone sounded as if she had been flirting with you. You chose to ignore it. Maybe just because she was so inhumanly beautiful made it seem like she was flirting. “I don’t know about how special I am, but your daughter is certainly unique; she seems so bright for her age.”

Edward finally spoke up, but in a flat and uninterested tone, “she is; we are very proud.” An awkward silence settled over the area. Thankfully, the child you had been babysitting came up ready to go home.

You began to see them more and more around town. It seemed as if Renesmee could sniff you out in a second if she happened to be in the same area as you. You were relieved that you did not live in the area and lived in a part of town that was in a much lower tax bracket. If you did live in the area, it would not be surprising if Bella, Renesemee, or even Edward showed up at your doorstep. Edward was the most normal out of the three. Bella’s behavior was nice, but something about it felt awkward with a sinister undertone. If she looked different, it would seem more sincere, but something about all three of them made you want to run away as fast as you could despite their beauty. A driver for the family that you babysat for had seen them when picking up you and the child and joked that Bella and Edward were probably related given that they looked similar. He loved to gossip and asked you a million questions about them. You shuddered at the idea. That could explain why their daughter was so peculiar, but wouldn’t incest result in more physical deformities and not just strange behavior from a child? Even if they were related, they did not seem to be that close, definitely not siblings. Everything about them seemed the same but also different.

You tried your best not to think too much about it, but it got to the point where you would see at least one of them anytime you were out on that side of town. You were fine trying to avoid them; each time your excuse was along the lines of “oh they need this kiddo back home!” or some other similar response. That is until you ended up getting fired. The mom refused to say why, and she reacted in disgust when she saw you. Before this, both of the parents enjoyed having you as their sitter. It was a harsh dismissal. You decided to stop by the grocery store before going home. You needed something, anything, to make you feel better about your loss of work, and with the influence your last family had in the community, it was clear you would not be babysitting for a while. Or so you thought.

“Hello,” Edward’s voice sounded from behind you. He did not seem happy to be there. “Sorry,” You mumbled, scooting out of the way, assuming you were in front of something he needed. “I have a job for you,” He said cryptically. You turned around to face him feeling confused. Edward continued to talk. “It will pay well. I know you take care of children, and I wanted to take Bella somewhere on a date, and we do not have a sitter for Renesmee, and she has warmed up to you.”

“You want me to babysit?” You asked somewhat dumbly causing him to smile a bit and chuckle. “Yes, she has warmed up to you, and Bella thinks you are trustworthy. The only catch is that you have to care for her at our home. You may not leave when you are watching her, even if you have an emergency.” You weren't a fan of that stipulation, but you figured they would allow you to call them to come back in a dire situation.

“Okay, fine. When do I need to be there, and is this going to be a regular thing?” You asked. He seemed a little irritated that you're asking these questions. “Tonight. You will start now. It will be a regular job. You can follow me out to our house.”

You arrived at his and Bella’s home. It looked like it was designed by the best architect. Renesmee greeted you outside. “You're here! We are going to have so much fun! Come one! Come meet my family.” As she is dragging you in, Edward is driving away. He did not even mention when they will be back or how much you were getting paid exactly. He was probably making sure you would not take the money and leave. There are people inside. Four people, two guys, and two girls sit on the couch and sofa. You hear a few people in the kitchen. “These are my aunts and uncles! That's Uncle Emmett and Aunt Rosalie; they are married, and then Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper; they are married too. My Grandma Esme and Grandpa Carlisle are in the kitchen. Grandma wanted to make dinner for you… I mean us.” Two of them smile at you, the two dark-haired ones. The two blondes look mad and somewhat disgusted. This is weird. You have never babysat with people around. Why could the family not watch Renesmee? She seemed to like them just as much as you. Renesmee pulls you into the kitchen. Her grip is surprising for a little girl. A blonde man and a woman with caramel-colored hair are cooking. They look far too young to be a grandma and grandpa. Something about all of these people seems so familiar. As if you have seen them before. Not just on the rich side of town but on the poor side of town too, in your neighborhood. They both introduce themselves and clearly know your name as they greet you. “Are you hungry?” Esme asks, handing you a plate of food. It smells divine, but this has to be a trap. Most families prefer you not to eat a bunch on the job.

Renesmee grabs a plate and begins to eat. “It's so good! Grandma worked hard on it! You have to try it!” It is impossible to say no to her for some reason. You take a plate and take a few bites. It tastes wrong. There are hints of good flavor, but it is heavily covered up by the taste of medicine. The gravity of the situation hits you. “I need to excuse myself; I need a bathroom break.” The shakiness in your voice is clear. You pretend to go to the restroom, but book it to the door when you're out of sight. You see your keys are missing; even your phone has disappeared from your pocket. You step outside only to see your car missing. Suddenly you're grabbed from behind. This person is very strong but knows how to hold someone down without injuring them. You're stuck with a needle. Your life does not flash before your eyes, but each time you've seen these freaks in public flashes in your mind as your vision spins. A wave of calm lays over you. It is unwelcome because it feels unnatural, but it is too comforting for you to care as your vision goes in and out. You see some flashes of memories that do not belong to you. They are from a lower angle, so it has to be from Renesmee's mind. It is Carlisle assuring her that you are going to be safe because they all love you as much as she does.

Then, nothing. You're out like a light.

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volturissideslut · 5 months

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Headcanons for Edward with a flirty s/o?

𝕰𝖉𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓

This was really fun to write. Reader is a vampire that's been with him for decades. Edward isn't moody and broody, he's in a happy relationship.

One thing that always managed to bring a smile to Edwards cold undead face was you. His mate. Decades into your relationship you somehow make the centuries old man still feel like a giddy teenager in his first relationship.

Even now, as he pulls into the garage at the Cullen house, you act as if its the first time you've ever seen him

"Hey hottie," your grin is teasing and although you're only just started, he's fighting back a laugh. "your should take me on a date sometime" you wink and spread your palm over his shoulder,biting your lip.

"maybe I should" he tries to sound cocky, like he usually is, but fails miserably. Grabbing your chin, he pulls you in for a big smooch and feels all warm and gooey inside.

You hand him a card. One with your number on it, he recognises, given that it's the one he uses most often, the one saved on his speed dial. He looks at you, only to be met with the sight on you walking away with a sway to your hips. Turning to the side, you gesture a phone with your hand and whisper a "call me"

It genuinely takes him a moment to compose himself, head down to hide the sunshine smile he's got right now.

Giggling like a school girl, he dials your number even though he knows youre upstairs in your shared room.

"hey hottie" he says this time when you pick up, listening to your laugh on the other side of the line and upstairs using his vampire hearing. "so when should I take you on this date, huh?"

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emseclipse · 2 years

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it’s new moon season

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xalonelydreamerx · 9 months

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BREAKING DAWN P1 + letterboxd reviews [1, 2, 3, 4, 5]

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what-a-strange-creature--moved · 2 months

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Kissing Games

Bella x Edward | AU, AH Word Count: 971 | Rating: T Content Warning: Making out Summary: A week after their first date, Bella and Edward attend a party, where they're thrown together in a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. A/N: I've mashed up this prompt with 'a pitch black room.' It's also a mini follow-up to day one's prompt, 'first date.' I wanted to write more, but life got in the way. Still, it's a nice lil scene. Enjoy! 💘 Written for my February writing challenge previous (18+) | next Read on AO3

The closet door clicks closed, and through it, I hear Jess say, “Don’t bother trying to turn on the light, it burnt out months ago.”

As she says this, I hear the rattle of the pull switch as Edward tugs on it.

She’s right. No light will be shed on this situation.

My pulse thunders in my chest, in my ears, as I settle into the cool darkness of the narrow closet. I try to inch away from Edward, to put some space between us, but the only place I can go is backward into a wall of scratchy, static-y wool coats. Immediately, my hair starts to stick to my face. Great.

I take a half-step forward, so nervous about touching him, though I’m not entirely sure why. I didn’t think about it this much on our date in Seattle last week and we held hands so many times that day. He even hugged me goodbye when he dropped me off at my house. I refused to let go until the porch light came on, a silent signal from Charlie to wrap it up. The way Edward smiled down at me as we separated still makes warm affection bloom in my chest.

We didn’t kiss that night. I’m struck by the realization that we could now.

But do I really want to do it when our friends and classmates are on the other side of the door? I think about the aftermath, about being grilled by Jess or Lauren or, worse, some other girls I barely know who just happen to be at this party, too. Do I really want to deal with them crowding me, waiting with bated breath for me to describe kissing the guy I like? I shudder at the thought.

“Bella?” Edward says, concerned.

I jump a little when his hands make contact with my elbows, which are drawn to my sides.

“Can I touch you?” he asks. “Is that okay?”

I nod, then say, “Yes,” once I remember he can’t see me. He pulls me close, slowly, carefully.

“You don’t need to worry about… doing anything, alright? If you want to just stand here together, that’s totally fine with me,” he murmurs, his voice a rumble in my ear. Idly, he rubs my back. It’s soothing. I lean into him, my cheek pressed to his collarbone.

The sounds of the party down the hall filter faintly through the door. It’s like we’re a world away, outside of time. I feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, smell the fresh laundry detergent scent lingering faintly on his shirt, and I shiver. Am I bold enough to turn my head and kiss his neck? I’m thinking I could be…

“Have you finished your English paper yet?” he asks after a long moment of silence.

My heart sinks. Is that really what he wants to talk about right now?

“Yeah, days ago.”

I feel him nod. “Me too.”

Another silence, awkward this time. At least, it’s awkward for me.

“Are you trying to say you don’t want to kiss me?” I ask.

He laughs. “Of course I do.”

I pull away from him a bit, wishing so much I could see his face but feeling braver because I can’t.

“So, kiss me,” I whisper, my lips brushing against his jaw.

He exhales, quickly like it was stolen out of him. He tilts his head, and with a brief hesitation, he presses his lips against mine. It’s a soft kiss, curious, sweet. A second passes and the kiss ends, though he lingers.

Then, his hands grip my waist tightly as he pulls me in. I’ve never known bliss like this.

Our lips move together, long kisses becoming shorter, faster. I open my mouth beneath his, and with a sharp intake of breath, he responds in kind, and the sound of it… I sigh, so moved by the perfection of this embrace. The rightness seep into my bones, straight down to the marrow.

My hands, which had been resting on his chest, curl into the collar of his button-up. I pull him closer, pull myself up to meet him, but the rough upward motion causes our teeth to clank together.

Wincing, I flinch back, but he follows me, his lips gliding against mine until we’re sealed again.

His hands drag up my back, slowly coming around to hold my face. He breaks our kiss, but only to change the angle, a gentle nudge to tilt my head, his nose brushing mine as we move. Then, he dives back in with a quiet, shaky moan.

A moan.

I might pass out.

No, really.

Suddenly, the air is too thick to breathe.

With a gasp, I turn my face away. My head spins, so dizzy in the dark.

“Are you okay?” he asks, panting.

Panting.

“Yeah,” I say, not sounding much better myself. “I’m just a little, uh- warm.”

“You are,” he replies, sounding smug. His thumb brushes my cheekbone, delicately like I’m made of glass. As lovely as his soft hands feel, I place mine over his and move them down to my shoulders. His touch is too much at the moment, too powerful. I never knew how sensitive my skin could feel.

A silent moment passes between us as we catch our breath. When I feel like I can speak again, it comes out as a whisper.

“Sorry.”

“For what?” His voice is just as soft.

“You know… I’m not sure.” When he chuckles, I smile and add, “Stopping, I guess.”

“Oh, don’t apologize for that, it’s okay. Besides, our seven minutes should be up any second-”

As if he spoke it into reality — or as if someone on the other side heard what Edward said — the door flung open, flooding the little closet with light.

#twilight fanfiction #twilight fanfic #twilight saga #twilight renaissance #bella swan x edward cullen #edward cullen x bella swan #edward cullen #bella swan #mine*#not really ready for posting but i gotta move on to some other ideas lol

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