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The Right Formula
By JA Mash
**Banner by JA Mash**
Pairing: Twilight - Edward & Bella
Romance/Humor
Rated M for Lemons & Language
Beta’d By: MidNight Cougar
Summary: Finding a new roommate can be a challenge… what happens when a shy medical student
moves in with a snarky tattoo artist… can they find the right formula for love?
~o*O*o~
Edward’s life reads like a comedy, Alice keeps telling him. He doesn’t
appreciate the comment, but he can’t really disagree.
The beginning is the usual cliché: a young Med student looking for a
place he can afford and meeting the love interest for the first time.
Except the love interest is also the prospective roommate, Bella.
Bella’s an Arts major who works at a tattoo parlor in town when she’s not
busy being a prickly bitch and mindnumbingly hot babe. So like the good
lovable protagonist that he is, Edward’s completely tongue-tied the first
time they speak to each other.
“Hey,” the practically shirtless girl—the tight tank top she’s wearing is
almost as see though as it is tight—who opens the door drawls, leaning
against the doorjamb. “You selling something?”
Edward looks down at his button down and pressed slacks and stutters,
“Uh, no? I’m here for the roommate ad? Is it still available?”
“Sure. Come on in.”
Edward definitely doesn’t stare at the nipple bars or the cool-looking
tattoo on the inside of the girl’s wrist. He can’t help but notice the other
half-dressed girl sipping beer on the kitchen stool, though.
“Don’t mind Rosalie. She’s a freeloader.”
Rosalie waves at him and Edward looks away awkwardly. Which is fortunate
because he’s about to bump into Tattoo girl’s smooth, freckle-dotted back
when she stops. “Are you a student?”
Edward blinks before he can answer because up close the chocolate eyes are
very distracting. “Yeah. I’m a Med student, but I work part-time in my father’s
clinic and I also volunteer at the hospital every other weekend.”
The girl nods, lips pursed. “A goody-two-shoes.”
“You… disapprove?”
Those lips—distracting, distracting, every single thing fucking distracting—quirk. “On the contrary, my
friend. My previous roommates have been total jackasses. I need a
change in that area.”
“By that, she meant jackasses that refuse to jump into bed with her,”
Rosalie pipes up from her perch, bare legs crossed elegantly. “I get a
free pass.”
“Oh, shut up,” tattoo girl grumbles. “The name’s Isabella, by the way
and I don’t go by Izzy… you can call me Bella, though.”
“Edward,” he nods, finally regaining his composure. “And I promise to
call you that if I get the room.”
Bella grins right back at him, eyes dancing with mirth. “It’s a deal.”
~o*O*o~
It’s their first night living together when Bella explains carefully that she’s bi and that she and Rosalie have
a pretty awesome—direct quote—friends with benefits thing going on.
“That’s not gonna be a problem, right?” Bella doesn’t look nervous, but her gaze is carefully locked with
Edward’s, perfectly serious.
Edward shakes his head. “Nope. And as long as we’re sharing facts, I’m a
virgin. So…”
“Really?” Bella deadpans, looking pointedly at the crisp white button down
tucked into his pressed slacks. “I don’t see it.”
Edward gasps indignantly, knocking Bella’s shoulder with his own. “Screw
you.”
“Sorry. I’m off the one-night-stand train right now. Plus I think it would be awkward in the morning,” Bella
jokes, studded tongue flashing as she licks her bottom lip.
So that’s basically how it starts.
~o*O*o~
Edward often comes home to the smell of paint and turpentine, the floor draped with color-speckled white
sheets and Bella head-banging with her iPod on in another tiny tank top. She lets him squint at whatever
she’s working on and doesn’t mind answering stupid questions like ‘is that an elephant in the background’?
She’s invited Edward to the tattoo shop once or twice,
but knowing what a competent Bella straddling a
dentist chair wielding a tattoo gun does to his libido;
Edward’s refused just as many times. It doesn’t work
that way when Edward asks Bella to come with him to
the clinic or the hospital.
When he’s not back home dodging the awkward
“When are you bringing a nice girl home?” question
from his mom, Bella would drop by to play with the kids
or harass Alice with her terrible sex puns and lame
jokes.
Watching Bella cooing at the babies and playing with
the little kids always does such things to Edward; it’s
becoming borderline torture.
Bella catches him looking one day and looks right
back, a wriggling baby in her arms. “Just ask.”
“Uh. What?” Edward says dumbly.
Bella smiles, the rare, almost coy type she doesn’t do much. The baby in her arms wriggles again and Bella
nuzzles at her. “If you want me to keep coming here with you, all you gotta do is ask, Edward.”
Edward’s thought about it, sure, but he can also imagine the severity of the blue balls he’ll be having if he’s
forced to see this every day. “Nah, you’ll be too busy with school and your job, you shouldn’t.”
“Okay,” Bella says, serene. She hands the baby over to one of the nurses. “But, y’know, when you change
your mind, just ask. Okay?”
Edward smiles, and doesn’t bother thinking about the odd way Bella’s looking at him.
~o*O*o~
“Why don’t you do something about it?” Alice asks him later that day, the frustration clear in her voice and
the slump of shoulders.
“Do what? She clearly said that first night she’s not interested
and she’s sleeping with Rosalie. Have you seen her? I don’t
think she needs a virgin like me to satisfy her sexual needs or
even for companionship.”
Alice hits him on the head. “You imbecile. That first night was,
like, a year ago! Who says anything about her not being into
you right now?”
“Whatever,” Edward says sullenly. His head throbs, but he
doesn’t rub at it so that Alice doesn’t get the satisfaction. “I
don’t even know how or where to start.”
“How about hey, bitch, you wanna go get dinner with me?”
“She’s not a bitch!”
Alice looks at him pointedly and Edward sighs. “Edward, if this was a sitcom, the audience would be
sexually frustrated for you right now. You’re hot and awesome and sweet and scary smart. If she doesn’t
want you, she’s as dumb as she is gorgeous.”
“That’s a whole lot of dumb,” Edward agrees, putting his head against the desk.
“Uh,” Alice says. “That last baby peed on that just now and I haven’t had the time to clean it.”
“My life sucks,” Edward groans.
~o*O*o~
Bella doesn’t play fair. Ever.
The thing about Bella is that even though she’s fucking gorgeous, she either acts like she doesn’t know it or
she just doesn’t care. Whatever it is, it’s driving him insane. It’s hard enough being a twenty-five-year-old
virgin and horny all the time. It’s not that he doesn’t want to have sex, it just never felt right before, and now
he can’t seem to even imagine doing it with anyone besides Bella. He doesn’t need a hot girl prancing
around in next to nothing—that’s sort of a lie, but she could be wearing eleven layers of clothes and still
look sexy—smiling and laughing with her head thrown back, who keeps touching him.
They’re not sexual touches. They’re rather innocent, actually. But
it doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel the need to drag her hand off his
shoulder, forearm, back, or the crown of his head and put it on
other parts of his body instead. He feels it all the damn time.
At least at home she’s mostly quiet and when she speaks it’s
usually to him. When she’s at work it’s a different story altogether.
She is the kind of girl that makes tattoos look insanely hot. Even
more so when she wears tight clothes that show off her tiny waist,
bent over a chair working on a client. She’s always flirting with the
shop owner, James. It’s supposedly harmless because James is
married and treats her like one of the guys, but Edward sees her
laughing at his stupid jokes, bringing him coffee and impressing
him with her artistic skills and his blood boils.
It’s stupid, of course. He doesn’t really own Bella. He shouldn’t have any say in her love life. But it’s really
hard to remember that when she looks up from a client, flashes the kind of smile that she only ever really
uses with Edward, and her tits are threatening to spill out of her tight tank top.
“What’s up, nerd?”
“Stop calling me that,” he mutters half-heartedly. “I have a name, you know?”
“I know that, egghead,” she grins, tossing the paper towel she’s been using to wipe down the new ink she
just completed into the trash by her leg. His eyes are automatically drawn to her ass. God, he hates her so
much.
He makes a face and she juts her bottom lip out, reaching out to ruffle his hair like he’s some kind of a
puppy or a kid, despite him having a foot over her and being older. “You busy today?”
She shakes her head and reaches back to gather her auburn-colored hair into a messy bun. “Just one
more client and then we can go. What’d you bring me?”
“Double cheeseburger, of course.” He holds up the greasy paper bag way over her head, just to tease her.
It totally backfires. She starts jumping up and down for it and he’s way too mesmerized with the motion to
dodge the finger she pokes in between his ribs. “That hurts, you jerk.”
“Boo hoo,” she says nasally, throwing herself onto the ratty couch all the guys use as a daybed. His eyes
go to the questionable stain near her thigh before he takes a seat next to her. “How was class?”
It’s a routine now, after the first time he finally caved and came to the tattoo shop, he found himself unable
to stay away. He drops by with a snack, she eats and asks him about school and then they drive home
together. They do this almost every day, ever since that first day. Sometimes he wonders if any of the guys
at school have a sexy female roommate that cares enough to ask them how school was that day. He
doesn’t think so. But those guys probably don’t have sex dreams about their roommates either.
“Boring. Some idiot bumped into me in the hallway and I dropped all my notes,” he groans, pushing his hair
back from his forehead. “I was almost late for class.”
She tsks and shakes her head at him. “You are such a dork,” she sighs, her eyes lit up and teasing.
“Sometimes I can’t even believe we’re best friends.”
He has to bite his tongue from saying how much he wishes that they’re not just that.
~o*O*o~
“Are you jerking off on the couch again?”
Edward jumps about a foot off the couch and stuffs the tickets into his hoodie pocket before Bella can make
it past the doorway. “No, you jerk. What are you doing back so early?”
Bella chuckles and launches herself onto the seat next to Edward, invading his space with her body heat
and strangely expensive-smelling perfume. “Way to convince me that you weren’t spanking the monkey
when I walked in. Class was cancelled. I now have all the time in the world to restrain you from dying of too
much masturbation.”
Edward’s slightly horrified that his dick finds it so interesting that Bella cares about his masturbation habits.
“Like you can possibly stop me,” he snorts, subtly shifting in his seat.
Bella lets out a low chuckle and tips her head back, eyes closed. “I’d like to think I could,” she murmurs so
quietly he’s not actually sure he heard it right.
~o*O*o~
It’s the next night and Bella’s cooking dinner, her off-key singing reverberating through the small apartment.
She’s absolutely shameless about being silly, probably because on her it comes off as endearing instead of
embarrassing.
He can’t really help it… the bed creaks pathetically as he
rearranges himself onto his back, spreading his legs. It’s
probably pathetic, jerking off to the sound of his roommate’s
terrible singing, but he always comes easily like this—just
imagining the soft curves under her usual t-shirt and jeans
ensemble, the slope of her spine when she’s sprawled on the
couch on her stomach, just reading or watching the TV. He can’t
seem to get enough since she made that comment about it. He
doesn’t plan to make it last, more keen on just getting off so he
won’t be sporting a chubby as she serves him dinner, than riding
the sensation.
His balls are tight and heavy, pleasure pooling at the base of his
spine and he’s already drowning in the flood of sensations. His
fist is flying now, a blur of movement around his dick. He’s so fucking hard and desperate that he doesn’t
even hear the sound of the door clicking open.
Bella chokes on whatever she planned to say, her deep brown eyes wide and lips slack with surprise. She
mutters something that gets lost in his mad scramble to cover himself. His hand is sticky and there’s cum
everywhere and when he looks up, Bella is gone.
He sighs.
Dinner is unnervingly quiet. Not like he expects anything else. It’s pretty awkward, what happened between
them, but he doesn’t think he can stand not talking to her in however long it takes for them to get over the
awkwardness. It’ll feel like he’s missing a lung.
“I’m sorry, Edward. I was just teasing
before… I didn’t think you were actually, um,
jerking off… but then you were… doing
that… and I…” she trails off in a whisper.
It’s so soft that he would’ve missed it if it isn’t
for the fact that it’s deafeningly quiet in the
apartment. He drops his fork and gathers his
courage to look up at his roommate. Her
cheeks are brightly flushed, bottom lip
caught between her white teeth. “Why are
you sorry?”
Her eyes slam shut, hands clutched next to her dinner. “I shouldn’t’ve barged in like that. I should’ve just
knocked. I… uh, didn’t—”
“Bella, don’t,” he cuts in, waiting for her to look at him before going on. “I didn’t mean for you to catch me,
but I didn’t lock the door either.”
He’s not sure what he means. Maybe deep down he’d hoped for her to catch him, for her to hear him moan
out her name. It would’ve made things much easier after all. She looks at him for a while, her eyes
unreadable. When her trademark smirk finally makes an appearance, she’s looking away from him again.
“Anyway,” she says with a rueful laugh. “It’s normal, Edward. People, you know… do that… I just…”
Edward thinks right, normal… Other people probably don’t think about their best friends bent over the
kitchen counter begging for their dicks, though. Just thinking about it, about jerking off to images of her
splayed out so prettily for him, gets his dick twitching in his pants again. It’s that jolt of arousal that puts the
words in his mouth, he thinks. That and the way she’s clamping down on her lower lip, how her cheeks are
brightly colored, just the look on her face. Like she’s angry at herself, like she’s sick of something… he’s
sick of it too.
“No, it’s not,” he says, watching a frown forming on her face. “Not exactly normal when you shoot off at the
thought of your roommate—your friend—licking your balls.”
“Fuck,” she murmurs.
She’s not exactly a girly girl, and by the look on her face, he suspects that she has a few dozen curse
words all lined up and primed to use to express her opinion on what he’s just said. He’s pretty sure he
screwed up.
“I know,” he says before she can say anything else. “I’m a loser, okay? I know we’re just friends and I
understand if you’re disgusted with me, but I can’t really help it.”
“Shit,” she breathes, palms pressed flat on either side of her dinner plate. “Holy fuck.”
“Bella?” he says, careful not to touch her fingers just yet. “Please say something that’s not a curse word.
Tell me I’m a jerk for doing that… for saying that.”
She seems to stop her muttered ranting at that, her lips pursed. A strand of her hair is stuck to her lip gloss.
She doesn’t flick it away. When she speaks again, it feels like an eon has passed. “At least I’m hot.”
He blinks. “Okay,” he says slowly feeling the sting of
rejection. He doesn’t know what he was expecting her to
say, but that wasn’t it.
She’s starting to freak out because he hasn’t been saying
anything else. He can see it on her face, her eyes wide and
wet and she’s breathing a little harder, the silver charm
necklace he gave her rising and falling along with her chest.
“Bella,” he rasps completely frustrated and getting up from
the table quickly. “Jesus. Why didn’t you just knoc—”
“What? It’s not something I thought I’d have to worry about,
Edward,” she blurts out nervously, gnawing on her bottom
lip. “You’re a virgin… I didn’t really think you were—”
“Oh, and you’re so experienced,” he mutters dryly as he rakes his fingers through his hair.
“I’m more experienced than you. I mean, I’ve been with a girl and—”
She isn’t exactly short, but he is really fucking tall. So when he’s standing really close and all up in her
space, she has to look up to see his face instead of his neck. And he stays silent, watching her hair stir
from the gush of his breath, and waits for her to look up.
She does, eventually. “I want you,” he says carefully. She doesn’t flinch, but her eyes slide closed.
“Edward,” she breathes, her voice wavering. “I—I… we can’t. We—shouldn’t.”
He sucks in a sharp breath because somehow that makes it all the more alluring. Bella being all doe-eyed
and coy isn’t really helping either. His hands are shaking as he touches her shoulders. “Look, Bella,” he
sighs, stroking up and down a little. “I know you probably don’t want me—I mean, I’ve never even been with
anyone… and I have nothing to offer you… and you’re… just, you’ve been with—”
He stops talking as soon as her face crumples, and she ducks her head. She doesn’t even need to say it.
He has to stop. He can’t take anymore rejection.
He sighs in defeat as he leaves the kitchen making his way back to his room.
~o*O*o~
It gets awkward around the apartment after that and they kind of avoid each other. When they do spend
time together it’s quiet and not at all what they are normally like.
They’re sitting on the couch the next day after they both get home and she finally breaks the tense silence
talking about work. He decides since they’re finally talking again it’s a good time to change the subject
before he does something drastic like grabbing Bella’s face and sucking on her tongue until the stud comes
off.
He figures since he has the tickets already anyway he might as well go through with his original plan.
“Hey, I got these tickets to see that band you love so much. From a friend. He had to cancel because his
cat gave birth to kittens or something.”
Bella takes the extended ticket with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “What else could a cat give birth to?
Seriously, I weep at the thought of you being a future doctor—holy fuck, Edward! This is—oh my god—love
this band so much is an understatement, man. Jesus, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Edward can’t keep the grin off his face at Bella’s excitement, her face flushed against
the caramel of her freckles. “It’s tomorrow night, though. Think you can get Rosalie to come on such short
notice?”
Bella looks up from peering closely at the tickets, eyebrows raised. “She’d probably drop everything like a
hot potato for these guys, but not for me. Rosalie’s got a steady boyfriend now; she doesn’t need my pussy
anymore.”
Edward promptly blushes at the mention of Bella’s pussy despite his confusion, he was sure that Rose was
the reason she said they shouldn’t be together. “Is that why I never see her around anymore?”
There’s a long beat before Bella finally answers, slowly like she’s careful. “Yeah, sure.”
“Too bad,” he says quietly, only half lying.
“Dude, you should come with me. It’ll be awesome,” she grins.
Edward’s practiced this often enough in his room, so he pretends to consider before saying yes. Bella
drags him into a hug and Edward stops worrying about making her happy and getting over the
awkwardness. From the looks of things, Bella seems pretty stoked.
~o*O*o~
Edward’s ears are still ringing when he half-drags, half-carries Bella up to their apartment, while his
roommate screams the lyrics of some song from the concert into his ear. Bella can usually carry a tune
when she’s sober, but being drunk doesn’t help Bella’s sense of melody at all.
“That was fucking amazing,” Bella giggles; her breath hot against Edward’s neck. “Wasn’t it just amazing,
E, huh? No. You,” she jabs a sharp finger into Edward’s belly, almost toppling them both over from the
unexpected force of it, “Are amazing… for getting those tickets for me.”
“Don’t mention it,” Edward laughs, slightly nervously, as he tries to unlock their door with a petite brunette
hanging off his shoulder. “They were free after all.”
“Fuck, Edward Anthony Cullen. You’re a horrible liar.”
He’s just about to be impressed at how Bella manages his whole name while being drunk off her ass when
the words catch up to him. “What?”
Bella straightens up and suddenly he’s being pressed to the door, five-foot-something of unbridled sex
plastered to his front. “You bought those tickets for me. They were purchased like two days before you
asked me out. You’re smart, Edward, but kind of stupid at this.”
“I didn’t ask you out,” Edward mutters under his breath,
realizing too late that it’s the wrong thing to fixate on. “I
didn’t think it through, okay? I had them before the whole
incident the other night and I just thought, hey, this might
cheer Bella up so maybe she’ll stop moping around
because Rose doesn’t come around anymore and went for
it.”
She laughs, burying her face in the crook of Edward’s
neck. “Okay. A: I wasn’t moping. I was horny and you were
a friggin’ cocktease with your low-rise jeans and fantastic
torso and firm ass. And B: Rose hasn’t been around for
freaking months. We stopped fucking around when she
thought I was too much in love with you to be doing that
anymore.”
“But you said we can’t—I mean, you didn’t…why… what?”
Edward sputters. “Wait. How long?”
She gulps and her eyelashes flicker. “Since about two months after you moved in… I, uh, haven’t been with
anyone since Rose.”
He sort of hates that he knows she was with Rose to begin with, but he also knows now that she’s hasn’t
been with her in months and that means she’s probably—
“I’ve been saving myself for you,” he blurts.
She blinks and he can’t get over how her eyes seem darker and darker every time. “What?”
“Saving myself for you,” he shrugs. “So I’ll probably suck. Just a heads up.”
Her breath hitches like she’s not expecting that it’ll happen right now… that they’re about to do it now. Her
pink tongue pokes out to swipe over her bottom lip once and then she’s stepping in, fingers tapping against
his chest.
“You won’t, you moron.” Bella’s feral grin is the last thing Edward sees before he’s being assaulted by full,
lush lips. Bella’s mouth is dry but surprisingly soft and he starts biting on her full bottom lip immediately,
earning a sexy noise from Bella.
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Edward pants even as his hands find Bella’s pert ass, dragging her up and forward.
“You’re drunk.”
Bella grins against their kiss—merely sucking on each other’s tongues now—and chuckles. “Fuck you, I
can hold my liquor. I only had two beers and that was just because you saw me sucking on the bottle and
looked like you were gonna bend me over and fuck me right then and there.”
Edward groans at the memory of it, one hand traveling up underneath Bella’s t-shirt and toying with one
pierced nipple. “What happened to what you said the other night… that ‘we shouldn’t’?”
“I was lying,” she growls, biting his upper lip and pulling, dragging them both in the direction of the couch. “I
want that big cock inside me now.”
“Wow,” Edward grins, mostly because he
succeeds in ridding Bella of her tight jeans.
“Maybe you should be doing the asking
from now on. You’re much better at it.”
“Yeah, well. That’s because you’re a
prude—oh, motherfucker, your hand.
Edward, your huge hand, those fingers...
fuck.”
“Yes, my ‘huge hand’ is on your dripping wet pussy. Nothing gets past you, huh, Bella? Like the way I keep
staring at your ass and mouth with my dick hard in my pants?”
“Didn’t wanna assume,” Bella says breathlessly. Her hips move in a circle guiding Edward’s fingers as she
ruts up into his hand. “You’re such a good boy.”
Edward grins, mouthing at the neat little ink on the spur of Bella’s hip. “I’ll be a good boy later and fuck you
through the mattress. Right now I just want to see this pretty little pussy come from my fingers.”
“Jesus, I fucking knew you would be nasty in bed. It’s always the sweet, innocent-looking ones.”
“And how many sweet, innocent-looking guys have you fucked, Bella?” Edward asks nonchalantly, curling
his fingers a little so Bella keens and bucks.
“Doesn’t matter,” Bella nearly sobs, crying out when Edward sticks two of his fingers into his mouth and
makes a show of suckling them. “Only want you now.”
Edward feels his heart swell in his ribcage and dips down to kiss Bella’s open mouth, sliding his fingers
right back in her tight heat—Bella’s muscles rippling deliciously around him. He can’t wait to feel it around
his dick and feels giddy just knowing that he’ll have all the time in the world to be doing that later. Her
brown eyes are dazed as he steadily pumps his fingers, his cock straining against the seam of his jeans.
Her eyes slide shut when he slithers down her body to lick and suck her clit, spit running down and into her
already wet folds where he’s still fingering her. She comes choking on a moan and he kisses her clit once
more as her body shakes with pleasure, collecting her juices with his tongue. She whines out his name,
fingers clutching his hair. He moves up, swallowing her satisfied moans with a kiss.
“You look so gorgeous like this,” he says, kissing the soft hair at her temple. Her hair looks lighter, almost
red at the tips now that it’s rid of product, softer at the touch.
Bella’s charcoal-lined eyes are half-lidded and she blushes at his words, hiding it against his bare shoulder.
“Shut up. You made me stupid with just your fingers. I hate you.”
“Yeah,” he chuckles darkly. “Imagine the damage when I fuck that pretty little pussy of yours, huh?”
She gives a full-body shiver and reaches down to fondle his
cock. Her thick silver ring rubs against the vein underneath
and he jerks, feeling the pre-cum dribbling liberally down
his length. She makes a humming noise and ducks to lick it
off, tongue flickering across the thick head. She wiggles the
metal nub of her piercing into the slit and his spine snaps,
back arching uncontrollably. It’s almost too much and he’s
so close to coming but Bella—the tease she is—relaxes
her throat and swallows him almost all the way down,
unrelenting. He makes the mistake of looking down and
seeing the blissful look on her face and the stretch of her
fucking beautiful lips around his cock sends him skidding to
the edge.
“No, Bella,” he pants even as his hips keep fucking into the
tight, wet channel of her mouth. “Stop. I’m gonna—”
She sounds like she’s sucking down ambrosia instead of his cum and she keeps on suckling until he
shakes all over and pushes her off. Even then she keeps licking, mouthing and fucking caressing his cock
like it’s something precious. “This is gonna feel so fucking good inside of me.”
“You should paint a picture of my dick if you worship it so much,” he snorts.
“Maybe I will,” she smirks, still holding his dick close like a favorite toy. “Could be my next class project.”
He gapes, “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, please. When you’re packing like you are, Edward, everyone’s imagined what your dick looks like
anyway. Might as well let them know who it belongs to.”
His goofy smile is unstoppable and he tweaks his nose just to see her pout a little. “Maybe you should mark
me up then.”
Her eyes light right up, the glee evident on her face, “You mean you’ll let me give you a tattoo?”
“Make it classy.”
“You mean you don’t want a big-ass portrait of my face on your bicep?” she teases, stroking his arm like
she can already see it there.
“Hmm. That’s a tough call. I mean, you are incredibly pretty.”
She pokes him in the stomach grudgingly, “Fuck you, I’m not.”
“I beg to differ,” he says softly, dragging his thumbs across her cheekbones and holding her face still. Her
eyes shutter closed and she turns to take his finger into her mouth, biting gently.
“Now we have to fuck just to make sure your cock knows who it belongs to.”
He laughs, groaning when she starts to grind down, the cleft of her ass nudging his cock into hardness.
“Right now? You’re gonna be the death of me, Swan.”
“Get used to it, baby,” Bella grins wolfishly, hips undulating.
He grabs hold of her hips and thinks he likes the sound of that.
For—or maybe because she’s—somebody who’s been withholding sex for so long, she’s up to doing a
bunch of dirty shit. Much to his utter delight.
As they do it—sex’s too technical, fucking sounds too crude, making love feels inadequate—this is more,
she gets more vocal. For once he’s grateful that they’re staying in a shitty neighborhood where the
neighbors can’t give a rat’s ass about the loud banging noises and loud guttural cries coming from their
two-bedroom apartment, because the competitive freak she seems to bring out in him can’t help but grow
bolder too.
“Tell me,” he hisses, nipping the tip of her ear sharply even as he shoves—slams—inside again and again.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
She shudders all over and her back arches gorgeously, pressing against his front. “You—ah,” she mewls,
pliant and boneless when he pulls back, yanking her two arms behind her and fucking her on his cock…
Just. Like. That. “Your dick,” she manages, nearly sobbing. “Please, please, Edward.”
His thighs are aching but his hips are still
working, short thrusts pumping in and out. She’s
completely unintelligible now and if she’s been
coming over and over, rippling around his dick,
he doesn’t even notice. “You like that, huh?” he
drawls, not letting up. She’s heaving for air now,
mindless babbles that sound a lot like his name.
“You like my dick inside you?”
He can’t really tell at first if she’s nodding or her
head is bobbing from the sheer force of his
thrusts, but then she goes completely limp,
fluttering tightly around his cock and moans like
she’s dying. “Fuck yes, please.”
His orgasm hits him like a freight train and he can’t help but ram into her again and again as he comes
down. Her body is heated all over and she turns over to cradle him to her chest.
~o*O*o~
Their routine barely changes, but instead of just lounging on the couch watching TV, they’re making out as
well… among other things.
It’s a few months when Bella climbs onto his dick before he can get a condom on. He gasps at how hot-
wet-tight she is, managing only a mumbled mess of words consisting of her name and a bunch of
unintelligible words. She rides him with fervor, perfect, tear-shaped tits bouncing before his eyes. “Bella,
Fuck. No, just. Oh, god, Bella. You’re—so, fuck. Bella… Fucking perfect.”
“Want you like this, just you… no condom,” she begs, clamping down on her bottom lip when he takes over,
pumping his hips up and hers down, moans coming in bursts of noise. “Just like this… yeah, baby. Wanna
feel all of you. Just wanna—love you so fucking much.”
She shakes and comes all over him, her lithe little body pressed against him as they kiss hungrily, fucking
frenziedly. “Yeah? You want this, sweetheart?” he growls, cupping her ass and driving her up and down his
cock. “Want me to come inside you? I’ll fill you up, baby girl. Fill you up so full, yeah?”
“C’mon, fuck. Want you to. Want all of it, please…. Edward, c’mon, please, God, please.”
There’s a good chance that he blacks out after he shoots a whole load of come inside her, cock jerking so
violently that it almost hurts. When he comes to she is all curled up on top of him, thighs bracketing his
middle, he drops a kiss on her forehead.
~o*O*o~
18 Months Later
“Okay, sweetie,” Bella coos into the phone. “Your daddy wants to talk to you now.”
Edward refrains from making a face when he takes the receiver, saying hello when Bella keeps looking at
him. “Hey, little man. Are you having fun?”
Just as expected, a tiny voice starts babbling on the other end, all
jargons and da da da da da. Before he can pass the phone back to
her his best friend cuts in with a falsetto, “I’m having so much fun
here, Daddy! I hope I’m not too hung over when you come for me on
Sunday.”
“That’s not funny, dude. Do you want me to put you on speaker
phone? Bella will have your balls.”
“Oh, Edward. You know she’s wanted my balls since we met.”
Edward hangs up before the guy can finish cackling, tossing the
phone aside. Bella’s letting her hair down, watching him from the
dresser mirror. “You think he’s going to be okay?”
“Baby, the boy’s nine months old, and it’s only one night. You gotta learn to let go sometime.”
“Shut up. I’m a first time mother; I’m allowed to freak out for the first time.”
He strips down to his boxers and slips under the sheets. “What do you mean first time mother? We’ve been
looking after Emmett since we met him. That’s like having our own kid.”
Her lips curl softly. “Did you just imply that the man currently babysitting our child is a child himself?”
He snickers, fluffing his pillow and closing his eyes as he relaxes against it.
~o*O*o~
Edward’s dozing when the Bella re-enters the room, the
bathroom light casting a glow against her silhouette. It’s
only when she moves into the light that he feels himself
waking up completely because fuck she’s wearing a
scrap of black lace and a predatory smile and nothing
else.
“Happy Anniversary,” she purrs, crawling up his body
lithely. She ducks down to teasingly kiss him, giving him
a hint of her tongue and rubbing her chest against his
before sitting up, straddling his middle.
“God, I feel old, I’m married with a kid,” he groans.
She likes to remind him that they’ve been together since
that night they went to the concert—friendship that grew
into something more. It just reminds him how much he
loves her and he doesn’t really see any end in sight.
“Nonsense,” she says, rubbing her fingers through the hair at his temples. “You’re not even thirty, you’re far
from old, and I think your grey hair is totally sexy.”
“I have four!” he protests, already toying with the straps on her shoulders. After all this time she still makes
him impatient, his cock hardening under her weight and wriggling hips like clockwork.
She giggles, kissing the ridge of his brows. “You would count
your grey hair in the shower.”
“Can’t help it,” he grins, mouthing the spur of her shoulder
blade and moving up her neck slowly. “You’re so fucking hot.
I have to make sure I’m keeping up.”
“Oh,” she moans, pressing down against his thigh. “You don’t
have to worry about that.”
“Yeah? Am I turning you on, huh?”
She kisses him as an answer, arching back when she feels
his large hands at the clasp on the back, expertly undressing
her. Her breath hitches when his mouth—fucking wicked
mouth—trails downward, nibbles on her collarbone and bypassing her breasts to get to her stomach. She’s
been extremely conscious with her body after Gavin was born and he likes to worship every single inch of
her, show her how beautiful she actually is. She shivers and he pushes her onto her back, covering her
with his body even as she struggles to rid him of his underwear, knuckles grazing his hot, hard length.
“You’re not making this easy for me, huh?” she laughs, rutting up against his solid, flat belly.
He shrugs, planting a kiss on the inside of her knee. “Why should I?” he teases. “You’re making it hard for
me.”
Her whole body shakes as she laughs, heels digging into his back as he throws her legs over his
shoulders. “You and your terrible puns… I don’t know why I ever fell for you.”
“Please. I was just the unsuspecting roommate when you first hit on me. I was a nerd who was still a virgin.
You thought I was adorable.”
“Virgin, maybe… but you were already jerking off every day of the week to thoughts of me.”
His head pops up from licking around her navel. “That bastard told you it was every day. I will skin him
alive.”
“Baby, it’s Emmett. His mouth is so big, he can probably
swallow a baby whole if he unhinges his jaw enough…
besides, it’s not like I didn’t catch you.”
He shudders at the thought. “Okay, now I’m thinking
about him eating our baby—” he pauses when she
shakes again, fingers scratching the fine hair behinds his
ears to soften the blow.
“Payback’s a bitch, darling,” she teases as she runs her
fingers over the ink she marked on his ribs.
“That’s it,” he growls, manhandling her so her legs are
wrapping higher around him. “I’m gonna make you
scream just for that.”
“Promises, promi—oh.”
They always settle into a rhythm, but times like this, she’ll let him take control and he doesn’t allow her to
anticipate his thrusts—going slow and fast and hard and deep erratically. She comes easily when they fuck
this way, his mouth devouring hers and his body unrelenting on top of her. She gasps when she does and
he doesn’t stop, making her come in waves until it’s a crescendo and his own orgasm crashes through him.
She whimpers and he whines against the curve of her breast, hips rolling lazily through the afterglow. When
they’re calmed enough to kiss again he takes it slow, tongue gently curling around hers as their breathing
falls into a sync.
“I love you,” he mumbles, his grin so bright it’s infectious.
She doesn’t say it back, but he can tell just from the way she’s kissing him.
~o*O*o~
It’s Bella’s idea, to rent this particular hotel room for their anniversary. It’s the same room they were in the
first time they had made love as husband and wife. Edward remembers how ecstatic he’d been that night
as he unzipped her dress.
The room is cool against their skin and they’ve been making out nonstop like the horny college students
they were when they met. Edward hitches Bella up into his lap and she snuggles closer, inadvertently
rubbing against his erection.
“Dude, again?” she chuckles, breathless from their wet, messy kiss. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
“So we’re even,” he grins, wrapping his arm around her back and pressing her closer. “C’mon, have pity on
me. My wife is too gorgeous and sexy for me to handle. My life is hard.”
“Edward, knock it off with the puns,” she rolls her eyes.
“Really?” he asks, sliding easily back into her, stifling a groan. “You want me stop?”
“Ah. Oh, God, don’t stop doing that, please baby… what are you doing to me? Jesus, fuck…” She trails off
and it pulls a triumphant smirk from him.
She arches her back beautifully and he nuzzles against her breasts. She’s only recently weaned Gavin off
breastfeeding and her tits are still heavy, warm against his tongue. He suckles at her languidly, flicking the
recently replaced metal bars with his tongue, fucking up into her wet tightness with a contrasting
roughness. She’s tilted her whole body back, hands grabbing at his hair and toes curling into the soft silk
sheets. She sobs for more, faster, baby, baby, please and he holds her hips in place and starts thrusting
hard and fast until she’s crying out his name helplessly, her voice all raw and hoarse. He’s supporting her
whole weight now, but she’s too blissed out to care. He comes with a breathless moan, leaving her sticky
all down the inside of her thighs and she shakes from the feeling of it, eyes shut tight as he picks her up
and lowers her onto the pillows.
She makes an exquisite picture, sprawled underneath him all spent and sated, her lips slack as she tries to
catch her breath. His fingers itch to grab his camera from their bag, but as he settles down to press his lips
across the soft skin of her stomach, he decides that they’ll have plenty of time to do that later. Right now he
just wants to be thankful that he answered that add in the newspaper, ‘looking for a roommate’ two-and-a-
half years ago.
The End
