21. Movie Theater

The Twilight Twenty-Five

Prompt: #19/Movie Theater
Pen Name: Missus T
Pairing/Main Character(s): Edward/Bella

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There were a few ‘aws’ from the doorway, but my eyes were on Edward.

He smirked and put his hands in my hair, pulling me toward him for a hard kiss. The bag of chips I was carrying fell out of my fingers, and I slid my hands up his chest.

The kiss ended as suddenly as it started. Our breathing was heavy, and our foreheads touching.

I couldn’t believe I’d gone off on Mike and ended up confessing my feelings for Edward in front of all of our friends. I tried not to giggle at the ridiculousness of the situation. It was like a cheesy movie, and not one that you saw in the theater, one that aired on Lifetime late at night.

“Did that really just happen?” I whispered, feeling a blush creep up my neck.

He smirked and nodded.

Part of me wanted to laugh, and the other part of me wanted to drag Edward out of that party so I could have my way with him. He licked his lips and I was done for.

I glanced at our friends then back at Edward. “Um, can we go home?” I asked quietly.

He raised an eyebrow and laughed before leaning down to kiss me again. He grabbed my hand and we walked out of the garage.

“I’m gonna take Bella home,” he called over his shoulder. “Have a good night.”

Emmett’s hearty laughter rang out through the garage and I heard Alice yell, “Call me in the morning!”

I was too embarrassed to turn around, but not embarrassed enough to stop myself from leaving with Edward.

When he opened my car door, Edward turned back and called to Mike. “Hey Newton, we’ll talk next week. Yeah?”

“Um, sure,” was his response.

I don’t think Mike really knew if Edward was upset with him or not. Truth be told, I wasn’t sure either. I could understand if he was, but I also understood that Mike was just trying to be a friend—to all of us, really. He didn’t go about expressing himself in the best way, but ultimately he didn’t want anyone to get hurt.

We didn’t talk much on the drive home, but Edward held my hand, his thumb making circles on my skin.

Though we’d officially only been dating about six weeks we’d been close for much longer, since the night of Garrett’s memorial. Things between us had changed so slowly that I hadn’t noticed until it was right in front of me, or really his ass was. I’d still tried to take things slow after I’d admitted my feelings for him because I was afraid of getting hurt. But I’d come to realize that Edward made me happy, and more than that he’d become my person—the one I wanted to call when something funny happened and the one I wanted to turn to for advice. There was no need to wait any longer. Waiting was highly over-rated.

We’d had the talk about our past relationships and sexual health and assured each other we were clean. He knew that I was on birth control because he’d had to bring me home from work one afternoon when my cramps were so awful I couldn’t drive. I’d taken a painkiller and gone to my bedroom, stretching out with a heating pad on my belly.

Edward had sat beside me gently rubbing my back as the medicine began to take effect. He asked if my periods were always bad and I felt relaxed enough to explain that I’d let my prescription lapse after Garrett died.I needed to go back on the pill to help with my periods. I told him that Angela had recommended a doctor in Port Angeles, but my appointment wasn’t scheduled for another week. He’d listened quietly to my rambling lesson on low-dose birth control in relation to cramps and flow without so much as a word. Eventually he lay down behind me and we took a nap together. At that moment I was pretty sure he was the most perfect boyfriend ever.

Edward parked close to the house and put an arm around me as we walked up the path. I unlocked the door and followed him inside. Before I could even toss my keys in the bowl, he had me wrapped in his arms and pushed against the door. He left small kisses on my neck and tangled his hands in my hair.

His lips finally reached mine, and my arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer. I slid my hands over his back, then under his shirt. His skin was smooth and warm, and I couldn’t get enough. I pushed his shirt up his chest, and he quickly finished what I started, pulling it over his head and tossing it on the floor. My hands roamed over his chest, landing on his shoulders when he began to trace the line of my v-neck with his nose.

I shivered as his hands slipped under my shirt, skimming my sides until they found my breasts. He cupped them, running his thumbs over my nipples before lowering his head to circle them with his tongue through the lace of my bra.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving my chest.

My breath was ragged as I let my head drop back against the door. He continued to focus on my breasts, but I wanted to feel him everywhere. I pulled him tighter against me and rocked my hips against his. His hands dropped to my waist, stilling my movement.

He pushed his forehead against my shoulder, breathing heavy. After a few seconds, he lifted his head and brought one hand to my throat, his thumb stroking my pulse point. His eyes were dark as they stared into mine.

“Tell me to stop.”

I held his gaze and shook my head ‘no’ as my fingers moved to the button on his jeans.

His hands clamped around my fingers and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. I could tell that he was struggling to keep himself under control.

“You’re sure?” he managed after a few seconds.

“I’m sure,” I said, nodding.

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A/N: OMG don’t kill me! Just move on to the next chapter! LOL

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