Chapter 15: Release

Looking around the living room, I shook my head. 

Edward was definitely a neat freak. 

Everything was put in order, ranging from his movie collection being in alphabetical order to his closet, where all of the kid's sneakers were color coordinated. 

And, Christ. Even his books were organized by their titles.

Who does that? 

"What a los—"

A throat clearing interrupted me from behind and I turned around and saw Blue Eyes leaning against the wall with a raised brow and a beer bottle up to his mouth. "Uh, sorry," I mumbled. "I didn't mean it towards you." 

"No worries," Jasper whispered, waving one of his hands out in front of him. "Edward is a loser."

"Yeah he is," I whispered with a grin. Pointing my thumb behind me, I snorted. "I mean, who does that?"

Nodding towards the couch, he took a sip of his corona. "He's real fucking particular about his shit," he told me as we both took a seat next to each other. "Imagine living with his ass." I grimaced, and he raised an eyebrow at me as he brought the bottle up to his mouth again. "Speaking of which, where is he?"

"Taking a shower," I answered, relaxing back into the couch as I folded my legs underneath me. He choked a second later, so I leaned over and patted his back. "You good, Blue Eyes?" 

"Oh man," he laughed, "he's in the shower?"

"Uhm, yeah, why?"

He smiled as he placed his beer on top of the table. "Oh no, nothing. It's just funny that the asshole decided to hit the shower as soon as you came over. I mean, he didn't even get a chance to give you the grand tour."

I shrugged before I noticed his pursed lips. "Oh shit, you must think that..." He raised a brow at my pause and I shook my head. "It's not like that, dude. Stop being retarded." 

"Mmhm."

I nudged his shoulder with my own. "Whatever."

My eyelids started closing on their own account as I fought sleep. Jasper and Pixie Dust left to go and get some more beer, so he claimed. I just smirked, telling him something along the lines of 'protect your whacker before you smack her.' The horny motherfuckers just rolled their eyes at me in return before they left the apartment in some hurried type of a way.

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My eyes snapped open when I feel Edward nudging my shoulder. "Oh shit," I mumbled as I sat up, wiping away any drool that might have been over my mouth. "My bad, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you." 

He smirked as he nudged my knees with his own. I moved over some, letting him take a seat next to me. "No worries. I took too long in the shower, so it's my fault." Raising an eyebrow at me, the kid ran his long fingers through his wet hair. "You tired?"

"No," I whispered, shaking my head. "I'm wide awake now, unless...you're beat," I added quickly, not wanting to barge in on his space. "I could go home and all, it's not a big deal." 

"Nah," he replied, "I'm actually wired for some reason. You feel like watching a movie?" 

I smiled, leaning back into the couch. "Sure, sure." 

As he stood up, I noticed that he was wearing sweatpants and a simple tee shirt. 

Damn it, I'm fucking jealous. 

All that I got on is some tight ass jeans, a hoodie, and an undershirt. 

While he looked through his movie collection, I snorted. He looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes at me before he returned his attention back to his search. "Eat shit, I can't help it," he mumbled. "I think that I have OCD, or something. It's a fucking disorder." 

I rolled my eyes at his mood. "Chill out, drama queen. The shit's just funny just me, there's no need for you to get your panties in a twist." 

"Yeah, yeah," he laughed, standing up. Showing me the DVD that he picked out, he raised an eyebrow. "How about wedding crashers?"

"Hell yes." 

After sticking it into the player, he headed towards the kitchen. "I'll go and get some beer and chips."  

I stood up and kicked my chucks off as the previews started playing. Edward came back out a minute later and handed me a bottle of Miller Lite, placing the chip bowl on top of the table at the same time. After he sat down on the other end of the couch, he turned the lights off and enclosed the living room in darkness except for the light dim that was left from the TV.

I lifted my legs up onto the couch and rested my chin over my knees.

But I was still motherfucking uncomfortable.

"Bae, you wanna cuddle?" Edward whispered at my pout, patting the space right next to him. My eyes narrowed a bit, and he laughed before he leaned towards me, pulling on my hand to bring my body over to his. "Christ, it's just fucking cuddling," he told me as he laid his arm over my shoulder. "Chill out."

I grumbled under my breath, mocking him, as I placed my head against his shoulder.

As the movie started, I started fidgeting. I mean, don't get me wrong. Edward's body was a lot better than the side of the side, but he looked so content, wearing his sweatpants and loose tee shirt.

I growled, and he looked down at me with a raised brow. "What?" 

I started tugging on his comfort—ness. "Give me your sweatpants."

One side of his mouth raised higher than the other. "You want my sweatpants?"

"Yes, give them."

Now, I really didn't expect him to actually give me the sweats that he specifically had on, I just wanted him to go get me another pair, but the kid stood up and lowered them from his body, causing my jaw to drop. With a grin, he threw the fabric into my lap. "What?" he asked my stupefied self. "You wanted my shit, so, there you go," he finished as he started walking away from the couch.

Yeah. He had boxers on, but hot—damn.

He's fucking sexy as shit.

As he looked over his shoulder when he reached the hallway, I closed my mouth, and he rolled his eyes before disappearing into one of the rooms. I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans, and as I was pulling them down, the kid walked back into the living room with shorts on, freezing in place when his eyes met my legs. With a smirk and a kick, I left myself in my hoodie and boy shorts. "Oh, sorry. I didn't know where to change," I whispered, not at all apologizing as I sat down, taking a hold of his sweats.

He shook his head as he looked away from me. "Bae," he started.

"Oh relax," I interrupted with a roll of my eyes as I pulled his sweats — that smelled ah-fucking-mazing, mind you — up my hips. "You don't even know your number and you freeze up when you see me in my underwear, you freak of nature? Fuck that's better," I moaned in comfort, causing him to return his attention back to me with narrowed eyes.

I pursed my lips together in amusement when he adjusted himself, trying to be discreet, as he headed over to the couch. "Seeing me like that, turned you on?" I asked incredulously. "Christ, it doesn't take a lot, yeah?"

He grumbled as he pushed me back into the couch, taking a seat next to me afterwards. I went to snort at his pout, but he pulled me over a second later, and we resumed the 'position,' with him telling me to "Fuck off." 

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As the credits started rolling by, Edward turned around to face my side, bringing his feet up onto the couch to fold them underneath his legs. "So, I just realized something."

"What's that?" I asked.

"I don't really know a lot of shit about you."

Mimicking his position, I nodded as I scooted a bit closer, bringing our knees together. "Same here, I guess."

Shrugging, he leaned over and picked up our bottles from the table. "So tell me."

"What do you want to know?" I asked as I grabbed the beer that he held out to me.

Placing one of his arms across the back of the couch, he kept his eyes on me as his other fingers started messing around with the bottle label. "You grew up here, yeah?"

"Yeah, I did. You?"

He nodded. "I grew up at my mom and pop's house."

"Was it always just you three?"

He nodded before taking a sip of his beer. "Up until Jas moved in with us, but you already know about why he did."

I shook my head as I lowered it. "It must have been fucking horrible for him, yeah?"

"It was," he answered. "But, the guy who ran her off of the road is locked up for good, so that's a plus."

I smiled as I lifted my head. "A definite plus."

He lowered his head as if he was unsure about how to continue. "Tell me about how you grew up, Bae?"

"There's nothing interesting about how I gr—"

"Anything," he interrupted my words in a soft spoken whisper. I looked away, trying to think of how to change the subject because it was of one that I didn't want to get anywhere near of, but his fingertips underneath my chin turned my attention back to him. "Bella, you don't have to give me specifics and shit, I just want to know something about you."

"Like what?" I asked, brushing his hand away.

"Tell me about your mom," he whispered.

I snorted. "My mom? She's not my fucking mom."

"How do you remember her?"

Seeing him waiting for my answer all patient and I'll listen like, I looked up at the ceiling with a groan before a small smile left my being. "She was...fucking amazing."

"Yeah?"

Returning my attention back to him, my smile widened as I saw a smile over his own lips. "Mmhmm. I mean, the woman was fucking looney and all, but I guess that's why I got along with her so well."

He raised an eyebrow at me as he cocked his head to the side. "Why do you say that?"

I looked down and started playing with my hands, trying to think of a way to describe her. "Renee wasn't your typical mom, in my opinion, at least. She acted more like my best friend, because I remember...I could always tell her anything and I wasn't scared of what she would think of me, or whether or not she would yell at me." Looking over at him, I grinned. "The woman was always there for me, for anything and everything."

He hummed as he raised his beer bottle up to his mouth. "She sounded real nice." 

I shook my head, trying to get the way that Renee used to be out of my imagination. After taking a sip of his beer, he leaned over so that he could place it back on the table. "What happened?" 

I shrugged as I raised my bottle up to my mouth. "My Pop died."

He nodded as I took a long drink. "How about Pop, what was he like?"

"I couldn't have asked for anybody better," I answered with a wide smile.

He mimicked my happiness as he lowered his head. Judging from the kid's slight hesitation, I could tell that he was getting ready to ask me something that I wouldn't enjoy answering so I changed the subject. "How about you mom and pop?"

Lifting his head, he narrowed his eyes at me playfully. "I wasn't done."

"Whatever, enough of that shit," I whispered, nudging his knee with my own. As he leaned over to pick up his bottle of beer, I raised an eyebrow at the kid. "I asked you a question, so answer it."

"Well, you met my mom, so that's basically her in a nut shell. She's always thinking of how to make everyone feel comfortable and shit."

I nodded, my smile matching his. "Esme is pretty fucking amazing."

"She is," he simply agreed. "My pop I guess, is like an older version of me."

I groaned and laughed at the same time, and he narrowed his eyes at me. "What?"

"Oh come on! An older version of you? That's fucking horrific."

He rolled his eyes at me as he took a sip of his beer. "So, that's that. There's nothing that's really interesting about us, we're just an ordinary fucking bunch." Nudging my knee with his own, I raised a brow at his smirk. "Did you ever bring anyone home?"

"Edward, we were just talking about your parents," I laughed. "How did the conversation change to that?"

He shrugged. "So?"

I returned his shrug with one of my own. "I brought someone home once, but the whole thing turned into one of those 'oh hey, nice house' to 'oh shit, how did I end up laid out on the lawn?' type of bullshit, so..."

"What do you mean?"

I rolled my eyes. "You met Emmett and Jake, yeah?" 

He nodded, so I continued. "Well, imagine yourself being that boy who came over that night. Have the two of them glare at your head the whole time and tell me that you wouldn't leave. Or, if you decided to man up and not leave, imagine them helping you out of the house by throwing you out into the yard."

He rolled his eyes. "They're not that bad."

"Edward, you're able to say that shit because we're just friends." Leaning over a little, I pinched both of his cheeks and he groaned, taking a hold of my wrists to stop my attack. "If that weren't the case, your ass wouldn't be smirking over here."

Pushing me away from him, he huffed. "They dig me."

"They only dig you because you're not trying to get in my pants."

He cocked his head to the side, all amusement gone. "I'm not?"

I lifted my foot when he smirked after a second and kicked his shoulder. "Christ, Bae!" he growled, rubbing my hit with a glare. "Why the hell are you so abusive ninety nine percent of the goddamn time with me?"

"Oh, rub some dirt in it!" I shouted as I tackled his ass. When his hands covered up to his junk, I snorted and then groaned as his whole body landed on top of mine after he flipped us over. "Why are you always touching your shit, man?"

"Oh, I don't know, man," he whispered with a roll of his eyes as his fingers that were wrapped around my wrists pinned my hands above my head. "Maybe it's because it wouldn't be the first time that you fucking decided to knee my shit."

I burped and blew it in his face, causing the kid to unnecessarily gag. "Well, you deserved it, meathead."

He sat up with a laugh, pulling me with him until I ended up on his lap, straddling him. After placing his hands over my hips, he moved me back a little so that I wasn't sitting directly on top of his junk. "Did you ever have any serious boyfriends?" I shook my head no and earned myself a raised eyebrow in response. "Why do I find that hard to believe?"

"I don't know, jackass," I laughed. "Why would you find it hard to believe? It's not like I'm girlfriend material."

"You're right," he hummed. "I don't know what I was thinking. You are kind of a train wreck, yeah?"

I narrowed my eyes at him and he grinned. "Whatever, what about you? Are you the boyfriend type?"

"Fuck no," he laughed. "I don't have the energy for all of that shit."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," I whispered. I leaned back a bit to get a better view of his face and almost fell over from the simple act, but his fingers against my hips prevented me the embarrassment as they tightened. "My life is already fucked up as it is." He nodded like he knew what I was talking about as he looked away. "What about Ms. Leggy Blonde Hair?"

Meeting my eyes again, he shrugged. "What about her?"

"You guys aren't together?"

"Fuck out of here," he laughed as if that was a crazy observation. "Never would I be with that broad."

I smirked. "So what, you just fuck her, yeah?"

"Damn, Bella," he whispered, shaking his head. "Again, don't hold back." 

"Again," I mocked, "I never fucking do. So?"

"Yeah, alright, we fuck sometimes," he mumbled. "I have a lot of tension, and I know—" he paused to cover up my mouth as I was getting ready to say something. "It's messed up. But, as stupid as it sounds, we both use each other."

"Use each other, how?"

"Sex relieves my tension, and she likes my charm, so why not?"

I pouted like, that shit's not fair. "I wish that it could be like that for me." 

"Well why aren't you doing anything about it?" he asked in some serious type of a way before he laughed at my raised eyebrow. "Oh please, don't fucking act all diva and shit. I know a lot of females who do things like that."

My eyebrow raised higher. "Like what?"

"You know, the whole friends with benefits bullshit."

I rolled my eyes. "And really, ass...what male friend of mine would do shit like that with me?"

"You mean to tell me that you can't find some guy, out of your group of friends, who wouldn't do that shit?"

I shook my head. "No way. I'm real fucking particular with guys who I kiss, let alone have sex with."

"Then take matters into your own hands," he replied with a grin, wiggling his brows at me.

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled, avoiding his eyes as I pushed myself off of him. Taking a seat on my previous spot, I placed my arms across my chest, praying that he wouldn't pick up on my nervousness as I tried to hide it.

"Wait a second," he whispered — breaking my faith in God — as his fingers found my chin and turned it in his direction.  "Please don't tell me that you never did that shit before?" I shook my face out of his grip as I remained silent. "No," he whispered incredulously.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "What are you so shocked about, prick?"

"You never touched your shit?" I shrugged as I placed my hoodie over my hair, and he shook his head, all slow like. "Holy shit, Bella."

"What's your fucking deal, Edward?" I snapped.

He raised his hands up in the air. "Nothing, Bae. I just never met a chick who didn't...oh fuck!" 

My eyebrows scrunched together. "Are you losing it, or something?" 

"You're a virgin, aren't you?"

I snorted. "No, douche. I'm not. I just never appreciated sex with anyone who I've had it with."

"Are you shitting me right now?"

"And why would I joke around about that? It's not benefiting me in any way."

After bringing his feet up onto the couch, he crossed his legs and faced me, acting like we were about to have some serious type of a conversation. "So, you're telling me —Edward fucking Cullen — that you — Bella Swan — never appreciated sex? And when I say appreciated, I'm talking about finishing, because that's what sex is all about."

I pursed my lips, because holy hell. This kid is serious right now. 

"No fucking shit?" he shouted, gaping at me as I remained silent. "Did the dude cu—wait no, scratch that," he mumbled to himself before returning his attention back to me with narrowed eyes. "Whoever you had sex with, the fool never made you cum, is that what you're telling me right now?"

"Shit happens, man. Calm down." 

"No," he replied, offended by my nonchalance. "That's fucking ridiculous.  A chick needs to cum before a dude even thinks about the shit. At least once." 

"At least once?" I laughed.

"It's the goddamn truth," he whispered, seriously. 

Trying to hide my gulp, I raised my bottle of beer up to my mouth. He mimicked my act, but instead of taking a small and calm like swig, he took a long one, finishing the alcohol in less than five seconds. A loud snort left my throat at the kid's demeanor, acting as if it was the end of the world. "Bella, please," he begged.

"Please what, dude?"

He nodded down the hallway. "Go to my bathroom, take your fucking time, do...whatever. You're driving me crazy right now." 

"What?" I laughed.

"I'm fucking serious, man. I can't sit here all calm knowing that you never finished. You're making me tense."

"You're ridiculous," I whispered, rolling my eyes as I leaned back into the couch. "It's not that bad."

"Shit, maybe that's why you're a bitch most of the time," he told me as if he unlocked the greatest mystery known to man. "I'm telling you, Bae. If you do it, I probably won't even recognize your ass, afterwards."

I grinned as I kicked his knee. "Shut up, Edward."

He shrugged. "I'm only trying to help."

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled. "It doesn't matter anyway, I tried doi—"

I covered my mouth.

What is it with my fucking filter?

He leaned towards me after he placed his bottle on top of the table. "What? Tried what?"

I ignored his question by chugging away, and after the fucker snatched the bottle from my mouth, I coughed, spitting beer all over my goddamn self. "You asshole!" I choked, hitting my chest with one hand as I punched his shoulder with my other.

"What were you going to tell me?" he asked, not at all phased as he placed my bottle next to his.

"Nothing damnit," I growled, my palms wiping down my hoodie. "Look at what you did!" 

"Take it easy," he replied before raising an eyebrow. "Why are you blushing all of a sudden?"

"Just…shut up."

He nudged my foot with his own and I looked at him like WHAT?

"Bae, you don't need to be embarrassed. It's just me."

"Whatever," I spat, placing my arms across my chest.

"Whatever," he mocked. "Come on, tell me."

"I can't just make myself cum, alright?" I exhaled, exasperated. "I guess that...I don't fucking know...I need some kind of stimulation, or whatever."

"All that you have to do is rub your clit, Bae."

I rolled my eyes at his explanation. "I do, you prick. It's just...not enough."

"Not enough?"

I shrugged. "Yeah. Not enough."

"Oh," he whispered, looking away from me as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Yep," I agreed.

Turning his attention back to me, he raised an eyebrow. "There's nothing that you can do?"

I raised my own eyebrow. "Like what?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. "Did you try any toys, or something?"

"I don't like toys," I answered. "They're either not enough, or too goddamn much. I probably need so—"

Again, I stopped myself. I'm fucking retarded.

"Need what?" Edward asked.

"Noth—"

"Come on, Bae," he interrupted, annoyed. "Stop with the whole innocent bullshit. You need what?"

"I don't know, I probably need someone there with me, doing it too," I mumbled, lowering my head. The kid coughed, and I looked up at him with narrowed eyes. "What's your problem, dude? You fucking asked for it!"

"No," he whispered, shaking his head. "I'm just surprised that you said that, that's all."

"Well you told me to quit the whole innocent bullshit, so there!" I growled. He held his hands up in the air as he nodded, but looking into the kid's eyes, I could tell that he wanted to say something. "What are you thinking about?"

He laughed, shaking his head as he lowered his arms. "Honestly, you don't want to know what I'm thinking about right now. It's fucking insane."

I smirked. "Well now I'm intrigued. What?"

"I can help you, if you want."

"And how in the world can you help me?" I asked, an eyebrow raised.

He placed his arms across his chest as he shrugged. "You told me that you needed someone with you, doing it too. And on a real note, it's not a big deal for me, I do it constantly."

I scrunched my eyebrows together. "Do it too? What are yo—"

Oh shit. Oh fuck.

"I'm serious, Bella. I would do it with no worries. Just so you can fucking see how amazing the shit is."

"Don't you think that it would be fucking weird?" I asked.

"Not at all," he replied, shaking his head. "I mean, we're comfortable with each other, yeah?" I nodded before he went on. "We're friends, right?" I nodded, once again. "It's honestly not a big deal, in my opinion at least."

Raising a suspicious eyebrow at him, I cocked my head to the side. "You wouldn't stalk my life, wanting more than what it really is?"

"Absolutely not," he answered, shaking his head. "I don't want that shit just as much as you don't."

"Fine," I blurted out.

"Alright," he whispered immediately, standing up from the couch. Taking a hold of my hands, he pulled me up to my feet, a victorious type of a smirk plastered across his mouth. "Let's get you cumming, shit."

Looking over my shoulder, my brows scrunched together as I returned my attention back to Edward while he led us through the living room. "What's wrong with the couch?"

He grimaced as he reached the hallway. "I can't do shit like that on the couch," he mumbled, disgust within his voice. "I caught Jasper and Alice on that thing too many times, getting it on. I'm good with my bedroom."

I snorted before he opened his bedroom door and pulled me in. "You're retarded." Looking around, I shook my head. "You need to get checked, Cullen. You have a serious problem," I told him, seeing as to how the kid had everything organized.

He rolled his eyes at my God honest truth as he shut the door behind us. After locking it and making sure that it was locked, he walked over to his bed and climbed into the middle before giving me a nod. "Come on, smart-ass."

After taking a seat across from him, I raised an eyebrow. "So, how are we starting this whole...thing?"

He shrugged before he laid down on his back. "What do you usually do?" he asked, placing his hands under his head.

"What I usually do doesn't work, so you tell me Mr. Expert."

He grinned as he nodded towards the empty spot next to him. "Lay down and make yourself comfortable, you frozen stick figure."

I rolled my eyes before I climbed out of bed. After pulling my hoodie off, I raised a brow at him. "If I throw this on the floor, are you going to have an aneurism?" I joked, but not really. 

"You're funny," he whispered, sitting up. Grabbing a hold of my wrist, he pulled me down onto the bed while I tossed my hoodie onto the floor, pursing my lips at the kid's eyes when I noticed that they were trying to hide their glare. "A true comedian," he mumbled lowly, laying on his side and facing me.

"Now what?" I asked.

He smirked. "Christ, Bella. Do you usually wear this much shit?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, you prick...but it's like, five degrees in this mother."

"Get up," he whispered, tapping on my hip before following his own demand. 

I did as he told me to and he pulled the covers down. After we were underneath them, he leaned over me and flipped the light switch off, leaving us in darkness, although I could still see his features from the slight dim of the bathroom. "Should I uh, take off my clothes, or something?" I asked nervously.

"I think that it would help, but if it makes you uncomfortable in any way, then don't."

"No," I whispered, shaking my head. "It wouldn't make me uncomfortable. I just don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

He rolled his eyes, giving me his crooked smile. "It won't, trust me."

"Don't be a prick."

He climbed out of bed before he pulled his shorts off, leaving himself in his boxers. "Better?" he asked, looking at me over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah," I choked before I cleared my throat.

He nodded as he turned around, tugging his shirt off of his body in that delicious way that only dudes do, with their strong arms over their shoulders. I followed suit after a second or five of staring at him, lifting my ass up a bit as my hands underneath the covers lowered my sweatpants. As I kicked my socks off, he laid back down and when I went to sit up, I kind of hesitated.

Edward turned around, so that his back was facing me. "Thanks," I whispered.

"No worries," he whispered back before I pulled my tee shirt and bra off. After tossing them, I got underneath the covers and wrapped them around me. "You good?"

"Good," I confirmed.

Ewe. Wait.

"Take off your socks," I ordered.

Looking over his shoulder, his eyebrows scrunched together. "My socks?" 

"Yes. Your socks."

Facing me, he shook his head as he lowered his hands underneath the covers. "You're something else." 

"It creeps me out," I gagged before his warm feet ran along my cold ones. "That's better."

"So let me get this strait, yeah?" I nodded as his head hit the pillow. "It's alright if I rub one out, right? I get it that that's what you claim to need, but sometimes when people say certain shit, they're presented with it and change their minds. If you're not cool with it, then you have to fucking tell me, Bella, because I won't know. I don't want to make this shit uncomfortable for you when it's not supposed to be."

"No, I want you to. I mean, if you want to."

"But we aren't going to touch each other, right?"

I nodded. "Right." 

"And I'm guessing that you want to stay underneath the covers?"

"I don't know. Do you think that it'll help if we see each other?"

"How about we play it by ear? If you want to see anything, or whatever...just let me know."

"Alright."

"Do you want me to talk to you during it?"

I grimaced. "Maybe this is a stupid idea?" I sat up, holding the covers to my chest. "Yeah, this is weird."

He sat up and I looked over at him. "Don't be like that, Bae. I don't think that it's stupid, and I'm only trying to not make it more awkward for you then what you're probably making it out to be."

"You don't mind doing this?" I asked, looking into his eyes.

He shook his head. "In a non—pervert type of a way, I'm really only trying to help you. I know that it's weird, but it's more fucking weird to never have experienced that shit. I bet you that you'll feel so much better after this."

I knew that he wasn't just…doing this for kicks. I know that I don't really, honest to God, know this man, but something in his eyes told me that he was telling me the truth. His demeanor could lie to me all that it wants, but this kid's eyes could never get away with it.

I nodded before I laid back down. He followed suit, and we both turned onto our sides. "I'll just talk," he began in a whisper. "I think that it will help."

"Alright."

"Just relax, this isn't some fucking doctors appointment." 

I snorted as I closed my eyes. "I hope not."

"I'm just going to move a little closer to you, because you're still shivering, yeah?"

I nodded and he moved in, not close enough to where I could feel his body pressed up against mine, but close enough to where I could feel the kid's warmth, making me sigh in nothing but contentment. "I don't want to tell you what to think about, because that's fucking retarded," he laughed and I joined in. "Just start thinking about anything that you want to, and I'll do that shit too, yeah?"

I inhaled, opening my eyes. Seeing that he had his own closed, I closed my eyes again with an exhale. "Okay."

I thought about how I wanted to be touched.

How someone could just fucking caress me.

I wanted to feel my skin getting warm, from that alone.

Unwrapping my hand from my arm, I swung it out, accidentally hitting his face with it. "Sorry," I mumbled in apology as I opened my eyes, a slight grimace over my features.

He grinned as he closed his eyes again. "No worries."

I rolled my eyes before closing them. Turning onto my back, I tried to get as comfortable as I could, but it seemed impossible after a few minutes. Shaking my head, I turned it to look at him. "I can't do this."

"What's wrong?"

"I just can't...imagine shit. It's weird."

Pushing his upper body up from the bed, he leaned over me. "I'll just tell you what to do, yeah?" Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes as I laid both of my hands against my stomach, underneath the covers. "Pretend these are mine," he whispered above me, tapping my fingers. "They belong to me and they do what I want them to do."

I gulped.

"Run my fingertips along your stomach, Bae...but, do it lightly. Up to where you feel your ribs start, and then down to where you feel your hips end."

I did as he whispered, relaxing myself into the mattress.

A minute or two passed and I wanted more. "What now?"

"Run my fingers over the sides of your tits," he whispered, "Slowly." My breathing picked up for a second or five before it regained its normalcy again, doing as he instructed. "Take one of your fingers, and start tracing it around your nipple, but don't fucking touch it." Feeling my nipple harden right away, I gasped and he hummed, his breath so close to my mouth. "That's it."

I needed fucking more. "Edward?"

"Mm?"

I ran my palm over myself, the sensation feeling good, but not as good as I thought that it could feel. I opened my eyes, only to find his own closed. "Edward?"

After his eyes opened, his gaze fell down to the covers and he grinned. "You're not listening."

"Can you do something?" I whispered.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Do something? I am."

Oh God.

"Never mind," I mumbled, looking away from him.

Feeling his fingers moving my hair off to the side, I returned my attention back to him. "Tell me, what do you want me to do, Bae?" 

"It's stupid, I don't even kno—"

"It's not stupid," he interrupted. "Just tell me."

"Touch me?"

He swallowed, the movement underneath his throat small but noticeable. "Touch you?"

I nodded. "Can you just touch my upper body?"

"You sure?"

"It would help, I think."

"Okay, but...you have to tell me if you change your mi—"

"I'll tell you," I interrupted, closing my eyes again.

I felt him place his hand underneath the covers before I felt his fingers over my stomach. "Is this okay?"

"Perfect," I told him when I felt his warmth trailing over my ribs, so lovely and not enough. Placing my palm over the back of his hand, I pushed it down some. "Don't be so soft." Feeling the roughness of those fingers of his, I hummed. "Just like that."

"Okay," he simply said.

I raised my arms above my head, placing my hands beside my pillow while he continued with rubbing his own along my sides. After numerous minutes, I opened up one of my eyes and turned my head towards him with a grin. "You're going to make me fall asleep."

"You sure?" he asked.

"Positive."

He kept his eyes on mine, trailing his fingertips up and up. I bit my bottom lip, just waiting for it, and he shook his head at me in return, glaring at my mouth a bit. "Don't do that."

As soon as I let my lip fall out from in between my teeth, he took one of his fingers and ran it across my nipple, causing the both of us to groan. "Do it again," I whispered, to which he only smirked at me. "Oh, come on," I complained. "You're not playing fair, man."

He raised an eyebrow. "I said that I would play fair? I don't remember that."

As soon as my mouth opened to curse him out, my lips froze as he ran his palm over me. "Fucking hell."

He hummed and I closed my eyes while he rubbed me over and over and over again.

Sometimes softly, but more times, roughly.

"Harder," I plead, causing him to groan something low. "Please..." My nipple became entrapped in between his fingers before it was pinched, causing the back of my head to press itself into the pillow that it was laying on top of from the amazing pressure. "Just like that..."

"Bae, can I try something?" he asked, his hand motionless against me. I opened my eyes and looked at him before he continued. "The covers that you're laying underneath of might have to go, though."

"Okay."

"You can say no, you know."

"I know that I can," I told him. "But, I trust you, so yeah."

Keeping his eyes on mine, he pulled the covers off of my upper body. "Close your eyes."

And, I did. I didn't know what the kid had planned, so when I felt him sitting up, my eyebrows scrunched together as I wondered what he was doing...leaving me here all fucking exposed and shit.

I was about to open my eyes, but then I felt his warm breath tickling my ribs, and I grinned as I relaxed, feeling the light kisses that he started placing along my stomach.

This is what the fuck I needed.

After I opened my eyes, I saw Edward leaning over me with his hands placed on both sides of my hips. Meeting my greedy gaze, he grinned. "You don't fucking listen, at all."

I rolled my eyes at his accusation before I closed them. "Shut up."

I inhaled a long shaky breath as I felt the kid's nose running along the bottom of my breasts. And when his movements stopped suddenly, I opened my eyes. He went to sit back, but I leaned up and grabbed a hold of his shoulder, stopping him. "Don't stop, you just surprised me."

"Bae, yo—"

I shook my head as I laid back down. "Honestly, you just took me off guard." Keeping my eyes on him, I lifted my arms and placed my hands underneath my head. "Go on."

He smirked. "You good?"

"Continue," I replied with pursed lips. 

He shook his head, laughing quietly. Keeping his eyes on mine, he started lowering his face down to my breast and when he was basically right the fuck there, the asshole stopped and gave his lips a slow lick, causing my teeth to take a hold of my own bottom one.

"Oh…God," I moaned, my eyes clenching shut as his mouth closed around me.

He kept the perked up bud inside of his mouth tightly, and started flicking the tip of his tongue over the tip of my nipple, over and over again. "Holy shit mother of..." I muttered, opening my eyes as I lifted my head, letting my elbows support my upper body as I sat up a bit to see him.

His dark eyes met mine again before he released it with a loud pop, and my elbows slid out from underneath me in that same goddamn second before I fell back down onto the bed with a groan. 

I asked for this?

Feeling his tongue tracing my nipple but never fucking touching it, I narrowed my eyes at him. "Edward, stop doing...that."

He smirked as he ran his lips around it. "Doing what?"

Taking a hold of his head, I tried to push it down. "Do it again," I begged.

He ran his nose across it and I bit my lip, trying my hardest to hold back the moan that was trying to pry itself from my throat. Looking up at me, he growled with his eyes on my mouth, before his own enclosed my nipple inside of it, his teeth scraping the sensitiveness as he nibbled it. "Jesus Christ!" I shouted in a embarrassingly loud kind of a way.

He laughed, letting go. Keeping his mouth right above it, he breathed over the shit. "Bella, shhh."

"Sorry," I mumbled with a grimace, placing my arm across my forehead. 

"Are you really apologizing?"

"Oh shut up," I snapped, glaring at him. "Can you fucking continue, we're on a mission here, yeah?"

Cocking his head to the side a bit, he raised a brow. "You mean to tell me that you didn't cum already?"

Ha. Arrogant asshole. Let's play.

I frowned. "I uh…I don't know?"

His eyes widened. "Christ, you think that you came already?"

"I didn't?"

"Oh man," he whispered in some depressed type of a way, laying his forehead against my chest. "Bella, that was nothing compared to when you actually cum, shit."

"Oh," I mumbled, pursing my lips as I looked down at his hair.

He shook his head as he lifted it. "We'll get there, no worries."

I nodded, my grin dying to escape my being. "Alright."

Laying down again, Edward faced me before I rolled onto my side to do the same. "You still want me to touch you?"

I nodded. "But only if you want to," I added.

"If it will help you, Bae, then I'll do it."

I smiled, a little too excited, as I closed my eyes. "Okay."

I didn't feel anything for a minute or two, and I rolled my eyes before I reached underneath the covers to grab a hold of his hand and place it over my tit. "Edward, honestly. I want you to."

His fingers relaxed against me. "Okay."

I relaxed as he ran his knuckles over me ever so goddamn gently. When he applied more pressure, my back arched against its own accord, because lets face it, man...his touch was fucking amazing. Opening my eyes, I raised a brow, seeing his own gaze looking at me in some type of a way. "What?"

He shook his head as he flicked my nipple with one of his fingers, and I closed my eyes in response as I kept my head turned in his direction, placing my hand over his to apply more pressure. "Do something."

"What do you want me to do?" he whispered.

I opened my eyes and grinned when I noticed how dark his own grew. "Can I kiss you?"

He leaned back a bit as I let go of his hand, letting him keep it there by himself. "You're asking me?"

I nodded slowly, wishing that I could take it back, but as soon as I went to tell the kid to forget about it, he shook his head and pressed his mouth against my own, his soft lips just...fucking capturing mine in a way that should have been considered illegal. I took my hand out from underneath the covers to grab a hold of his bicep, letting my nails dig into the hard skin there as his fingertips began running themselves down my sides until they reached my hip.

I gasped over his lips as he pulled me closer, the feeling of his hardness just hitting me...

Right there. 

He mumbled an apology against my mouth as he moved his hips away from mine, his grip over my skin tight, but I shook my head in denial, taking his top lip into my mouth as I pulled him back to me. "Don't say that you're sorry," I whispered. "You're supposed to do it, too."

He ran his other hand that wasn't over my hip along my jaw, his thumb brushing itself across my bottom lip. "You sure, Bae?"

Instead of answering his stupid question, I leaned in and kissed him with everything that I had, and the kid hummed in response, returning the kiss back to me in some equal type of a fashion.

I leaned back after a few seconds to catch my breath, because Jesus holy fucking Christ if Edward Cullen isn't going to make me pass the hell out. He kissed my chin and then nipped my jaw before he continued running his lips down my neck. I moved my fingers to the back of his head and pulled him even closer to me as I lifted my leg, placing it over his hip and digging the back of my foot against his thighs. "Shit," his teeth vibrated over my mouth. 

"God," I replied, feeling how hard he was as his hands moved down to my thigh, keeping it in place.

"Is this okay?" he whispered, pulling me closer, hitting that one spot that made me lose my breath.

I groaned a couple of curse words in answer before I attacked the existence out of his mouth, to which he responded with a low grunt as he started rolling his hips into mine, his unyielding grip over my back keeping me still while I arched into him. "Edward," I moaned, "More."

He leaned back a little bit and took my hand in his before he lowered it underneath the covers. Keeping his eyes on mine, he shook my hand out, trying to loosen up my tense as all hell fingers. I licked my dry lips, and as he noticed my nervousness, he shook his head. "Relax," he whispered. "Don't be like that."

I nodded before he moved his hips away from mine a bit. He slowly trailed my fingers down to my boy shorts, and as I felt how wet I was, I gasped. "Oh," I whispered, my eyes widening slightly as he ran my digits along the damp seam, so lightly. When his breathing picked up, it — at once — captured my attention. "Is something wro—"

My words died and my eyes clenched shut as he pressed my fingers against that goddamn button.

He whispered my name and I opened my eyes again to meet his own, my panting so embarrassing. "I'm letting go." I nodded as I stilled my fingers, but he shook his head at my act, running his knuckles along the back of my hand. "Keep moving them."

I did as he wanted and as the back of my hand brushed against his hardness, the kid's jaw tensed up a bit at the same time that he closed his eyes. I whispered his name before his gaze met mine again. "Do it," I told him, my eyes on his top lip as it became entrapped by his teeth. "You said that you would."

I watched as his hand slowly made its way underneath the covers. Feeling the warm skin of his dick after he pulled himself out of his boxers, I placed one of my hands against his jaw and picked up my pace with my other one as he licked his lips and closed his eyes again. "Pull it out of your way, Bae."

I kept my eyes on his closed ones as I pushed the bottom of my boy shorts to the side, loving the groan of "Christ," that left his throat as soon as my fingers brushed against his own. "You're soaked."

I closed my eyes as I shook my head, not knowing if all dudes liked that, or whatever. When his thumb ran along my jaw, I was met with a smirk. "Don't be embarrassed about the shit, Bella. It's nice, and if anyone tells you otherwise, then they shouldn't be messing around with you anyway."

I leaned into him and ran my tongue along his lips, and he opened up his mouth and took me in, tired of all of the teasing that we've been giving each other. Feeling and hearing the groan that came out of the kid as his hand that was wrapped around himself started moving a bit faster, I moaned. "Go ahead and rub your clit."

I ran my index finger against it and gasped. "Oh God."

"Press harder," he hummed against the corner of my mouth. "I know that you want it harder."

Doing exactly that, I started rolling my hips around, grinding myself against my hand. My eyes snapped open as I heard him grunt. 

His sounds alone, fuck.

As his gaze lowered, his hand slowed down a little bit when he saw me moving against myself. Meeting my eyes after a few seconds of silence, he licked his lips. "You're fucking killing me."

"Touch me," I whispered.

He brought his other hand underneath the covers and immediately started rolling my nipple with those fingers of his. "Like this?"

"That's right," I breathed as my eyes closed. 

He growled, the sound echoing throughout the otherwise quiet bedroom, as he picked up speed, letting his knuckles brush against mine. "Tell me that you're close, Bae, because I'm not going to last that much longer."

I buried my face into his neck as I pressed my finger against my clit and held it there. "I'm…oh, shit."

Placing his mouth against my ear, he hummed. "Fucking cum, Bella."

My lower abdomen muscles tightened before my toes curled, making my fingers grip onto the forearm of his hand that was wrapped around his dick. The kid's movements were erratic, and that alone threw me off of the edge. "I'm cumming," I groaned loudly. "Oh...sshhhii—"

"iiiittt," he hissed, finishing my goddamn statement as he turned onto his back. I looked over at him and bit onto my lip as he closed his eyes and opened up his mouth, his whole being, tense.

My body felt like jelly as I turned onto my own back, looking up at the ceiling as my chest rose and fell in some uneven kind of a way. "Jesus —"

"Christ," he finished again, his breathing mimicking my own as he placed his arm across his forehead. Looking at me after a few seconds, he raised an eyebrow at my grin. "You good?" 

I laughed as I rolled my eyes. "Uhm, yeah. I'm...golden."

"Good," he whispered, pleased with himself. Looking down at his stomach, he grimaced at his spunk and I snorted at his blatant disgust. In response to my hilarity, he unnecessarily smacked my stomach as he sat up and I huffed, punching his own. "I'm going to get cleaned up, you relax," he said as he looked at me over his shoulder. 

I nodded before he climbed out of bed. Hearing the door shut behind him, I stood up and put my clothes back on. Taking off my boy shorts, I grimaced, not wanting to wear them after our...activities. Pulling the kid's sweats over my hips, I decided to go and get my jeans so that I could shove them in there. 

As I was tip toeing my ass through the hallway and heading towards the living room, I ground my teeth together, annoyed with the darkness. Not a second later, I stubbed my big toe against something, and screamed my lungs out. "Son of a bitch!"

I heard footsteps behind me before my entire body was shoved up against the wall from the force. I fell down onto the floor with a mumble of a "Motherfucker," at the same exact time that I heard an "Umph." 

"Bella?" Edward whispered next to me. "Is that you?"

The lights came on before I looked up to see Blue Eyes holding a gun in his hand as he pointed it at my goddamn forehead with a menacing killer smile across his face. 

Quickly pushing myself up to my feet, my jaw dropped at the visual as he kind of just...gulped. "Jas, shit," Edward groaned, standing up from the floor. "Move your fucking aim." 

After lowering his pistol, he shoved it inside the waistband of his jeans, behind him. "Fuck, Brown Eyes," the newly known convict mumbled before turning his attention to the Pix, who was sprawled out on the couch, all chill and un — fucking — affected like. "Sorry, I didn't know that it was you." 

I still had my hands held up in the air — shocked as all shit — as Edward came over to me with a roll of his eyes. I looked at him incredulously as he lowered my arms. "Blue Eyes was about to shoot my head off a goddamn minute ago," I hissed before hitting his shoulder. "What was that about?"

"He wasn't going to shoot you, Bella. Stop being dramatic," he replied, rubbing the spot where I hit him as he narrowed his eyes at his cousin. "Right, Jas?" 

He laughed — all this is funny-like — as he took a seat on the couch, next to Alice. "No, man. I just didn't think that you guys would be here and shit, that's all."

Edward nodded before he walked into the kitchen, whistling.

Uh, what?

I walked over to the couch and pushed Edward's cousin away before I took a seat in between the two lovers. Looking over at Jasper, I narrowed my eyes at the kid. "Why do you have a gun?"

"It's just for protection, Bella. No big deal, yeah?"

"No big deal!" I mocked. "You had it pointed at my head, looking at me like I stole your motherfucking puppy and shit!"

"Oh, Bella Boo, stop the dramatics," Pix laughed as she sat up. "Jazzy here doesn't have a puppy."

Turning my attention to her, I gaped. "Oh, hey, Bonnie!" I hissed. "When did you join Clyde over here in criminal activities?" I asked in all seriousness, more than annoyed with their amusement as the both of them laughed and sat back.

"Chill out, Bella," Jasper told me as he shook his head. "And why did you come out here anyway?"

I rolled my eyes as I leaned back. "No fucking reas—"

Oh, shit.

My jeans!

I wanted to stuff my boy shorts in one of the pockets instead of putting them back on.

I looked around the living room and grimaced — internally — when I saw them laying there under the table by our feet. "Did you lose something?" Pixie asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"No," I said quickly, looking away.

"Mm."

Edward came walking out of the kitchen with two glasses of water and handed me one. As the kid was giving it to me, I caught his eyes and looked down towards the table in quick movements, nearly giving myself a goddamn headache as I tried to get his attention on my jeans. His brows scrunched together before he asked me if I was okay.

Idiot.

An annoyed exhale left me as I placed my arms across my chest, seeing as to how the prick sat his ass down on the recliner after shaking his head at me and telling me that I needed to get my own checked out. "So what were you two doing in your bedroom, Edwardo?" Pixie asked.

Edward shrugged as he turned his attention to the TV, turning it on. "Talking."

"Mmhm," she whispered with a smirk, her eyes slightly pissed off.

"What were you fuckers doing while you guys were out?" Edward asked in an angry whisper, returning her narrowed eyes with his own. "Talking?"

Blue Eyes laughed, and I snorted as Pixie leaned over me to smack the back of his head with a straight up glare. "Owe, baby! What the fuck was that for?"

"Men," she mumbled, shaking her head at him. 

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Half An Hour Later

And here I am while Blue Eyes and Pixie basically fuck each other with clothes on.

Mind you, I'm sitting right next to them.

I had to maneuver my ass out of the way when they started arguing over some bullshit. After Pix flipped Blue Eyes off, the kid had to adjust himself...and that my friends, was when I was finished. 

I was glaring at my goddamn jeans as I willed them to just fucking disappear and then reappear back in Edward's room.

I looked over at the idiot and coughed to try to get his attention. I got it in the form of a raised eyebrow as his vision completely avoided the two fools who were sitting next to me, making out like teenagers in love. 'What?' he mouthed.

'My jeans,' I mouthed back, pointing my eyes towards the floor, underneath the table.

After his gaze lowered down to what I wanted him to see a fucking while ago, he grimaced and I rolled my eyes. The idiot started making some type of goddamn motions with his hands as he placed them in front of his face, trying to be slick and shit. He pointed at his eyes, then at Jasper. I looked at him like he was a crazy person, and he huffed before he pointed at me and then at Pixie Dust.

Then, he made a circle motion with his head.

Did I look like I was training for the goddamn military?

I shook my head, trying to tell him that I didn't understanding the retarded messages that he was giving me, and he rolled his eyes before they widened. I raised a brow and the prick coughed in return, quickly looking away from me.

I turned my head to the right and started playing with the bottom hem of my hoodie as I saw that Blue Eyes and the Pixie were staring at us, both trying to hold onto their laughter. "What are you guys even doing right now?"

"What are you even talking about?" I asked her, acting like I didn't know.

Keeping her eyes on mine, the Pixie Dust smirked as she leaned down to reach for my jeans. I rolled my eyes before I looked over at Jasper, who was grinning at Edward, who in return shrugged as he began running his fingers through his hair. "What?" he mumbled.

"Are these jeans your mission, guys?" Pix asked as I grabbed them out of her hands with a growl. 


I gave her the finger as I stood up. "And don't you think that we fucked, Bonnie and Clyde!" I yelled as I stalked through the living room, heading towards Edward's bedroom, "Because we sure as hell didn't!" 

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