Prompt: Dialogue Flex- "This is so boring," she said.

Summary: Edward's a math tutor. Bella needs to pass her class. You do the math.

I'm trying this Fictionista Workshop WitFit prompt thingy. It's not beta'd, so don't expect awesomeness lol. This is just me wetting my creative whistle.

As always, Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, its plot and characters. I don't know what the hell I'm doing with them, but it's damn fun.

"Portraits"

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"Jesus, can they make this room any colder?" I mumbled as I entered the fifth floor of the campus library for my scheduled tutoring sessions. The study rooms were notoriously freezing, and this morning, I felt the bite of it send a chill across my arms before I struggled to pull my hoodie over me and walk at the same time.

I was late. I was always late, though, so whatever.

"You're late," Jessica announced as I rushed up to the reception desk of the tutoring center she was sitting behind to sign in.

"Yes, thanks for pointing that out, Jes. I overslept. What's the schedule today? Is Seth here already?"

"Nope. He's changing his days to Tuesdays and Thursdays now. You gotta new one today. Sophomore chick."

Oh, great. Another undergrad trying to pass their entry-level math class. Probably some little sorority girl who thinks she'll be able to butter me up and do the work for her.

I sighed, closing my eyes in resignation. "Alright, then. Let's get this over with."

"Yeah, let me know how that goes for 'ya," I heard Jess giggle as I walked towards my assigned room.

When I entered the room, I immediately noticed the long, dark, wavy hair. I couldn't see her face because her hair was shielding it. What I did see was her fingers grasping a pencil, dragging is furiously on some kind of sketch book or whatever.

She hadn't heard me come in so I gently cleared my throat as I introduced myself.

"Good morning, I'm Edward, and you are?" I was looking down towards the table and caught a quick glimpse of whatever she was drawing. Unfortunately, I didn't see much more than dark scratches because the girl quickly slapped the book closed and snatched it away.

"You scared me." Her voice was small, but startled.

"I'm really sorry, I really didn't mean to I just didn't want to interrupt whatever you..."

Speechless. I was speechless. The moment I looked up and locked eyes with her, all words flew out the window.

She kind of smiled at me. I bet she thought I was complete idiot with no social skills.

That's because you are, you asshole.

"No worries. I'm Bella," she said, holding out her hand. I stared at it for a beat too long, and she giggled.

Music to my ears, and to my dick, apparently.

"Don't worry, I don't bite," she grinned playfully.

Damn it. Damn it all to hell.

I laughed nervously. I shouldn't have, really. I was a graduate student, she was barely legal, and so, so out of my league. My history with women wasn't history at all. It was a blurb... a caption, a footnote.

Not that I didn't get attention from them, because according to my brother, Emmett, we were blessed with good genes in the looks department. But where I lacked, he explained, were skills.

I had none.

I spent the majority of my high school career buried in books and heading the math club.

The extent of my experience was with a girl named Lauren freshman year. She was hot. She knew what she was doing. I didn't. She laughed at me. It was humiliating.

I don't like to talk about it.

So, when I pulled up a chair and sat opposite her and spread out my note pads and books, I resigned myself to the fact that this was business.

"So, what did you need help with?" I asked casually.

Bella studied me a second before shaking her head. "Um, yeah. Well, I'm taking College Algebra this semester and I'm notoriously horrible at anything math-related. This is like the third time I take it. I seriously think I have a learning disability or something," she explained, never looking right at me. For some reason, I wanted her to. I needed to see her eyes again.

"I'm sure that's not true. Let's see what we can do to help you."

I started to look through the work she'd already done, where she had errors.

Dear God, she's right. She's terrible.

"It's bad, isn't it? Oh God, I suck." She lamented, cringing. I gave her a light smile and tried to make her feel better.

"Nah, it's not too bad. You're just lacking in a few concepts. Nothing major."

I reached over with my pad and pencil, showing her some examples and tricks, and noticed I was stretching uncomfortably.

I knew I should probably move to sit next to her like I usually do with all my students. But something about her unnerved me. I knew I had to keep a distance- the pull too much for me. And I seriously didn't want her to notice my erection.

So, I took the risk.

"Do you mind if I sit on your side? It would be easier for me to show you the steps."

"I don't mind at all," she replied with a sweet smile. The girl was seriously beautiful.

And just like that, our time came and went. She kept giving my side glances, blushing every time I met her gaze. I wanted to touch her so bad, and it was scary as shit since I'd never felt this strongly toward anyone before.

When time was up, I was actually fucking disappointed.

She put her pencil down and raised her arms over her head, stretching in her chair. I saw a sliver of pale skin peek through when her sweat shirt rose. I had to fight everything in me to not run my finger along her smoothness.

"Thanks, Edward. I wish I could say this was fun, but really... It was terrible."

It was terrible? I was terrible? I was right. She didn't want to be anywhere near me.

"The only bright spot was how nice you are, Edward. It was really nice meeting you," she said, placing a hand on my forearm. I could feel her heat through my clothes and my dick reacted.

"It was nice meeting you too," I responded, looking at her hand on me.

"I'll see you Wednesday, then?" I asked, releasing me and gathering her things.

"Wednesday?" I asked in a daze.

"Yeah," she smiled. "I signed up for twice-a-week sessions for the semester. I really need to pass this time, Edward."

"Oh. Yeah, then I guess I'll see you then."

I'm gonna see her all the time. God help me.

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"This is really boring," she said.

Two weeks.

Two fucking weeks of tutoring Bella.

Two weeks of wishing I could touch her, listening to her sexy giggle, feeling her casual touch on my shoulder, my arm...

Two weeks going home to jack off.

"Bella, c'mon, it's not that bad..."

"I don't get it. I don't care for it. I don't see how finding x will enrich or fulfill anything in my life," she pouted, crossing her arms in protest.

I loved her little pout.

I chuckled at her ridiculous whining. "It will be over before you know it. I'll try to have you out of here in a half hour."

"Can't we take a break? Just for a minute?" She pleaded, her eyes all doe-like. She knew how to get to me, she had me wrapped around her little finger.

A little part of me had fleeting hope that maybe she flirted with me because she really liked me. But then the more dominant part of me, the cynical part, knocked me down a peg.

She's just trying to manipulate you so she can get out of actually working.

"Fine. why don't we stretch our legs for a few, and we'll meet back here in five?" I suggested.

"Great, um... I'll see you in a bit then."

She sounded a little disappointed. I wasn't sure why. But I was tired, so maybe I was delusional.

I stepped out, grabbing a bottled water from the vending machine. When I returned I found Bella already there, pouring over a drawing.

Once again, she was so into her own world when she drew, she didn't even know I was there.

I squinted my eyes to catch a glimpse of what she was drawing, my stomach dropped and my breathing sped up.

She was drawing me?

She was drawing me.

It was a profile pose, and it was awesome.

"Um," I mumbled, not quite sure how to respond.

"Oh!" She gasped, startled.

"Jesus, Edward, you need to stop doing that," she snapped, trying to closed her book. I stilled her hands over it, feeling the softness of her warm skin.

"Please don't."

She stared at me, wide-eyed. "Don't what?"

"You're always doing that. Not letting me see what you're drawing. You know, as an art major, you're gonna have to let people see your work," I said playfully, but really trying to hold me shit together. This was the first time I'd been this forward with her.

"It's nothing. It's not good... it's just, stuff I do... like when I have bouts of inspiration and stuff," She said dismissively.

"I'd like to see it. Please?" I pleaded, giving her a dose of her own medicine and pouting.

That made her drop her defenses and she let out a little giggle.

"You're a dork. Okay. But promise me you won't say anything. Just look, No words, okay? I can't take it right now... I'm too embarrassed as it is." Her cheeks burned a deep pink.

Wow. She was so beautiful.

"I promise. No words," I replied, holding out my hand. She warily handed me her sketchbook and I immediately thumbed through the pages. I pretended to show interest in all the drawings, but really my intent was just to find the portrait she'd done of me.

To my surprise, I found it... and about five others. All of them of me.

I stopped at the first one. This one was more head on, but my eyes were cast down. All of them, in fact were all of me looking away. Except one.

My eyes gazed brightly back at me. She had captured me in just a few pencil strokes. My fingers traced the lines on the paper before I looked up to find Bella red as can be, half-covering her face with her fists.

"This is amazing, Bella," I said, looking right at her. Her expression was intense, almost like she was thinking the same thing I was thinking.

I want her.

"I said no words, Edward. I can't... I..."

I did it. I did what I thought I never had the balls to do.

I leaned towards her, gently pulled her hands away so I could see her full lips, and kissed her.

She froze, at first. I knew this was risky. I figured I was already socially challenged and thought if she rejected me, so be it. Nothing I wasn't already used to.

But then... then, I felt her sigh and relax, her mouth opening to me and I was in cloud-fucking-nine.

Her hands grabbed the hair at the back of my neck, pulling me impossibly closer while my hands tentatively wrapped themselves around Bella's waist.

Things kinda went fast after that.

Bella moved to stand over me, her hands thoroughly tangled in my hair. Instinct took over and while our moves moved against the other, my hands grabbed her waist, pulling her to sit astride me. When she ground herself against my hardened cock, I nearly came right then and there, never feeling what I was feeling at that moment. Ever.

My hands traveled over her back as Bella moved over me, rubbing herself against my jeans at just the right spot for the both of us.

"Mmm, oh God, Edward..."

She was making all these fucking sounds that made my dick even harder, and I had to get closer to her somehow. My lips found her neck, and I could taste her...

Just so fucking perfect.

"You're perfect," I panted against her skin while Bella moaned.

She reach behind her, taking one of my hands and placing it on her boobs.

"Touch me, Edward," She whispered in my ear, and I did as I was told.

I squeezed it gently, my thumb grazing her hard nipple through her shirt. She moaned again in response.

And that was the beginning of the end.

No, just... fucking... no. I couldn't blow my load before she'd gotten off. I just didn't know if I'd be able to pull it off. Emmett had tried to tell me what girls liked years ago in high school, and I tried impossibly to remember. It was fruitless.

"Bella... I'm not gonna last here... I... I wanna make you feel good... please..." I begged against her lips.

It's like she knew exactly what I was trying to say, guiding my hand down to graze the waistband of her stretchy pants.

"Feel, me... do it..." She commanded.

Jesus, she was hot.

I quickly eased my hand under her pants and panties, feeling her warm, wet softness... it was driving me out of my mind.

She held my wrist when I'd found the spot she wanted me to explore and when I circled it she buckled against me.

"Yesss, Oh yes, that's perfect..."

Then, I watched her in amazement as she rode out her orgasm.

I'd done that to her. I'd made her moan and lose control.

I was pretty damn proud of myself.

And when she shoved her hand down my pants, grabbing my dick and stroking, it didn't take me long at all.

We came down from our highs but Bella made no move to get up. She simply nuzzled her nose against my neck and I felt her inhale deeply.

"You always smell so good."

I couldn't speak. I think my brain cells left he building.

"I've wanted to do that forever, Edward. From the moment I met you," She whispered.

"Me too," I responded before she raised her head to gaze at me with her beautiful brown eyes.

We both smiled at the same time.

"Was that... you know, okay?" I asked, cringing.

She huffed, looking at my like I had three heads. "Are you kidding?"

"Well, I'm not good at that stuff... I don't really have a lot of experience," I don't have any, actually.

"Well, Mr. Cullen, are you saying you might need some tutoring? I might be able to help you out there," she said, playfully mussing my hair. I chuckled.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I might need some practice," I said, feeling bold and on top of the world. This girl.

This girl wanted me.