Odds and Ends

These are just little ficlets and drabbles which don't merit posting individually, but which I'd like to share anyway.

I make no proprietary claim to Twilight or any of its characters. Just playing around.

This particular piece was written for my dear Jacyevans.

Teenage Dream

"Do we have to go out?" I whined – yes, I knew I was whining. But Edward had this notion that we had to go out every weekend to do something or other. As much as I enjoyed going to movies and plays and museums and concerts with Edward, tonight, Charlie had to work. We could be all alone – on a bed, for once.

"You don't want to see the movie?" Edward said looking a little hurt. We were sitting on my couch, and Edward was looking at movie times in the Port Angeles newspaper.

"Sure, eventually...but don't you think there are better things we could do tonight?"

Edward frowned, all furrowed brows and pursed lips. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize there was something else you wanted to do. I should have asked rather than assume anything," he said, sounding alarmed at his own perceived inconsiderateness. "What would you like to do?"

"Stay in," I answered immediately.

"But...that's what we do every night."

I looked down at my hands. "Right. I guess you must be getting bored."

"Me?" He was genuinely surprised. "Not at all. But aren't you? I mean, you could do better than stay in with me all the time. A normal boyfriend -"

"Would what?" I interrupted. "Take me to the opera more often?"

"You're mocking me."

"More like gently teasing," I said while I scooted across the middle couch cushion. "Edward, I enjoy going out with you, of course. But I also love just being alone with you. And tonight, when the house is all ours, I want to go upstairs and make out like a couple of teenagers."

"Oh." I didn't miss the flicker of his eyes to my lips. "Well, I certainly won't object to that."

"Good," I grinned, then darted for the stairs. I must have taken him by surprise because he didn't catch me until I reached the banister. I let an unabashedly girly giggle as Edward ran us up the stairs and into my bedroom, all in the span of a second. We ended up in a seated position on the bed, Edward against the headboard, me straddled across his lap.

"Will this do?" Edward asked. His hands were very safely on my waist. I wound my arms around his neck and leaned in until our noses were touching.

"I think I can make it work," I whispered before I pressed my lips carefully to his. Careful, always careful. I'd learned my lesson about coming on too strong too fast with Edward. If we started slow, however, I could push just a little further – and I was all about pushing boundaries with Edward.

Tonight, it seemed, Edward was willing to be pushed. His right hand slid up my back, pulling me closer, and his left arm curled around my middle, holding me in his unbreakable grasp. I didn't try to break free; I went willingly, flattening myself wantonly against him. I wasn't too proud to admit how much I enjoyed pressing my breasts against his hard chest or how fantastic it felt rub against the seam of his jeans. I'd long since abandoned any sense of shame when it came to how much I wanted my beautiful, tense, old-fashioned, dead-sexy vampire. When he held me like this and didn't hesitate to return my kisses, I felt like he wanted me the same way.

I moved my kisses to his jaw, across his perfectly smooth skin. "This is exactly what I wanted," I said quietly against his ear. He let out a sigh, a happy one, sending sweetness drifting across my cheek, and I sought his lips again. It didn't matter that they were hard or that they were cold – my lips molded perfectly against and around them, and they were mine alone to kiss. They were sweet when I flicked my tongue against them, and they fluttered against mine when he moaned.

I shifted against him, feeling hot and restless. Something dug uncomfortably into my thigh while I tried to keep kissing him, and I moved again, trying to get comfortable. The hard thing got harder, and I froze in sudden understanding. My eyes flew open and met his, which were wide and waiting for my reaction.

I thought quickly. Edward had yet to tell me to stop, so maybe this wasn't too much for him. Maybe I could take this further. And I wanted to take this further, because having tangible proof of his desire for me was too good to waste. He wouldn't have sex with me – I knew that without asking – but I'd also been in high school long enough to know that there were other possibilities.

Before he could panic, before he could lift me up and deposit me on the other side of the bed and out of harm's way, I kissed him. I took his face in my hands and kissed him as fiercely as I could, and while I had him disarmed, I ground myself roughly on his erection.

"Bella," he mumbled, trying to gently extract himself from my clutches, even as a wave of pleasure swelled outward from my sex.

"No," I breathed, rocking against him again. Ohhh. "Let me, please."

"It's dangerous," he said, but his mouth was still against mine, and his arms were still around me.

"Don't make me beg," I sighed, looking into his pained and smoldering eyes. "Please, Edward. All you have to do is stay still."

Edward let out a little moan, and I knew he'd surrendered. Shamelessly, I shifted myself back into place against him and writhed. Oh, God, it was so good. My body was filling with bone-melting heat, heat that increased as Edward watched me through lidded eyes. His mouth hung open; I tugged at his bottom lip with my teeth. On and on and on, I burned adrenaline and desire with each twist of my hips.

At some point, Edward abandoned resistance and threw his head back, cracking my bed in the process. The sight of him watching me, all tense and wild, sent me to the brink. I braced myself against his shoulders as wave after wave of heat swept over me – until it suddenly caught ablaze, a rapid inferno, burning every last inch of me.

"Oh God," I heard Edward say, and weak and trembling, still rocking absently, I forced myself to focus on his face. He closed his eyes, and his jaw went tense, tense, tenser – like a guitar string being wound beyond its capacity. Then he snapped, as quietly as one of those guitar strings, with only the slightest movement beneath me, and a strangled noise escaped from his lips.

Everything went very still. I grinned, first hesitantly, then fiendishly. I'd successfully done something very naughty with Edward, and it seemed I wasn't the only one who had gotten off on it.

"You're looking awfully pleased with yourself for someone who just nearly got herself killed," Edward muttered, eyes slitting open.

I just shook my head. "Nuh-uh. You're not going to scold me out of enjoying this."

He laughed shakily, and the tender look he gave me told me I was forgiven. "Maybe we could talk it out beforehand next time you want to do something completely insane."

"I don't know. Talking beforehand usually leads to you putting your foot down and us going absolutely nowhere. I think it's time you admit that it's good for me to be in charge now and then."

"I'll consider it," he said dryly, but he kissed me softly on the lips. "So. The making out like teenagers lasted about ten minutes. What will we do for the rest of the night?"

I rubbed my nose against his. "I'm sure we'll figure something out."

For those wondering, here is a progress report of what I'm working on, as of January 24, 2011:

Madman's Mercy - next chapter is two-thirds of the way done.

Bonne Foi - four pages into the next chapter

Anatomy of a Human - begun, but minimal progress.

I'm also working hard on very, very late FGB pieces, which for now are taking precedent as much as possible.

Thank you, everyone who is sticking with me for some reason. I know the delays suck, and I would be getting annoyed with me, too.