TUiB:19- Sweet Disposition

The characters and story of Twilight lived in Stephenie Meyer's head long before I came along and read it. They belong to her. This story however, has lived in my head long before you read it and it belongs to me. I don't intend any copyright infringement and you better not either.

Thanks to the usual suspets KatieTV, Sugartits and kstewsfagirl. New thanks to agirlreckoning who's acting as new set of beta eyes.

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Just stay there
Cause I'll be comin' over
And while our bloods still young
It's so young
It runs
And we won't stop til it's over
Won't stop to surrender

~~Sweet Disposition, Temper Trap

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~~BPOV~~

Waking up in another man's bed should have felt more, I don't know, seedy. Yet here I was, mostly naked and lacking in regret. I didn't feel dirty or shamed, I felt free.

I stretched my leg out to search for his, but the bed was empty. My eyes opened to him coming out of the bathroom door, still slightly wet and wrapped in a towel. I sat up and smiled as he made his way to me with a lopsided grin. He didn't stop at the bed. Instead, he crawled across, letting the towel gape open, to kiss me squarely on the mouth. Morning breath be damned I guessed.

My arms went around his neck as we fell back down and he wet my shirt with his damp chest. He sucked my lips and rolled me over until I straddled him and he could firmly grip my naked cheeks. He laughed as my hair tickled his face and I leaned in to bite his lobe.

"It's been far too long since I've kissed you. Sleep is such a waste. I have so much lost time to make up for. I think I'll spend the rest of these days kissing you." His mouth was on my neck and I swallowed his words down my throat.

"You have classes. I have classes. We will have to spend some time not kissing." I was holding his chin in my hand now and pressing his cheeks together.

"Such a waste," he said through the forced fish lips.

"Says the famous author. Some of us are here to learn so we can sell as many books as you." I leaned in to kiss him again and released his face to grip the back of his neck.

"Before you can sell books, you have to write one."

"Well if you'd get your tongue out of my mouth for longer than two seconds I could tell you that I have."

He put his hands to my shoulders to gently push our frantic kissing apart. "You have? Why didn't you tell me before? Bella, that's fucking awesome."

I grinned and pushed my finger to his lips. "I'm mostly done with the first draft and starting to freak out. I haven't let anyone read it. I don't even know if it's good."

"Are you telling me this because you want me to read it?" he asked.

My eyes darted around, jumpy with anxiety. They crossed his face and found comfort in his focused pupils.

"Yeah, if you would. I want you to be the first."

A slow smile spread before he spoke. "I quite enjoyed being your first. I'd be honored."

I swatted at his arm while a rash of heat rolled across my skin. I didn't want to think about what I let him do last night but I couldn't stop thinking about it. I'd spent much of my adult life embarrassed and annoyed that I'd never experienced it. Not that I hadn't wanted to, I'd asked and been refused, more than once. So I stopped asking and figured I wasn't missing out on much anyways. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. I just found out that I'd been having Fourth of July with sparklers instead of fireworks.

"You can be my first. Again. But promise me something? Promise you'll be honest. I'm asking you as a student to a mentor. I want your feedback because I value it. I don't want you to tell me it's good when it's not, because I'm your..." I stopped. There aren't words for what the hell we are.

"You're my Bluebell, he said simply. "But you've got it. I'll read without bias and critique without the kid gloves."

"Thank you," I said with a peck to his nose.

"So where is it? Let me see it."

"What? Do you think I had it stuffed in my bikini top last night? Taped to my stomach? Where would I have been holding it?"

"Well I know for sure it wasn't in your top last night. I better check to see if it's up your shirt now."

He lifted my shirt to bare my belly as he sat up with me still in his lap. It flew higher than he expected and my breasts sprung in his face. If he was a cartoon his eyes would have fallen out. He pulled it back down in a flash and ducked his head.

"Oops. Sorry."

"I think I'm past the point of being shy, Edward." I moved my hips against the thin towel between us in emphasis. I reached down to the hem of the shirt and began to pull it up as his hand stopped me.

"No you don't. We're already going to miss breakfast at this rate. You are not leaving me to teach back-to-back morning classes with your naked body burned on my retinas. Not going to happen."

His arm snaked up my back to hold me still while he kissed me again. An hour later we'd definitely missed breakfast and were scrambling to make it to classes on time. I dashed across the meadow in his shirt and my yoga pants to shower, change and grab a Pop-Tart from Zafrina's munchies stash. I snuck into the first class as the lecture began.

I found myself forgetting the feel of Edward's mouth as I immersed myself in learning. Notebook pages were filled, feedback was shared, and my hungry mind ate it all. When we were dismissed for lunch I lingered in the hall wondering if I should I give my novel another pass before showing it to Edward. I slipped my hand in the pocket of my bag to feel the flash drive. I started back towards the dining room but found myself yanked into a conference room as I passed by the door.

His hand closed around my arm as he closed the door and shut off the fluorescent lights above us.

"I missed you. I missed your smell. I missed your taste. I missed your mouth."

His hands moved faster than his words as they pushed through my hair, over my chest, under my skirt and then palmed the front of my neck as his mouth moved to the heartbeat at my wrist.

He walked backwards, leading me by his mouth and my wrist, until we were at the table where his bag and signature tub of Red Vines sat.

"You and that candy. How you've tortured me with that candy." It was barely a whisper as he sank his teeth into my flesh and then licked and kissed the faint row of indents across my veins.

"You are wrong. You are the torturer and I am the torturee." His tongue moved up my arm pausing to kiss each freckle along the way. He pushed me gently on the table and held me as I tipped back against it.

"That's not even a word." I gasped and he unbuttoned my sweater to slip his hand inside.

"I'm a writer. I can make up my own words. Do you want my candy, Bella?"

"Yes," I moaned as his fingers worked my nipple.

He pushed me back further until I was laying on the table with him between my knees. He kept one hand on my chest and reached for the candy with the other. He drew out a long red rope and brought it to my mouth. I lifted my head to take a bite before he withdrew it and slid it down my neck and across my chest to the breast he'd exposed. He circled my nipple with the end of the vine and pushed it against the raised center. The skin tightened even more until I thought it might break off and shatter against the desk.

He stared at the bare breast, his hand cupping it's fullness, and the candy leaving a sticky trail around it. He licked his lips and brought the vine to his mouth giving the end a long suck like you would a finger you were wanting to moisten. He returned it to my chest and the ridges rubbed against my nipple again.

I was only vaguely aware of his hand slipping up my skirt and grazing across my center. My eyes rolled back as the vine left my nipple to dip into my belly button to go down my leg and back up again. His finger hooked the edge of my panties and pulled them aside and the candy slipped in. I whimpered and shook as he slid it across the wetness. He was delicate at first and then frenzied like he was satisfying an unscratchable itch. He took the tip to the top and ran the length between my lips while I squeezed at it, wanting more.

I panted and gasped as he forced the impending orgasm to rise and fall over and over taking his time with me. This was payback for last night. He wasn't going to let me cum until he wanted me to. The vine was just enough pressure and touch to toy with pleasure. Fucking candy.

"Say it. Out loud," he said, like he could read my thoughts. I knew what he wanted but I wasn't giving in either.

"Make me cum and I'll say it."

He chuckled softly and pushed the candy into my clit again. It moved in a steady circle while it's length rode my entrance. He kept the rhythm steady until my hands were gripping the sides of the table and I screamed it out.

"Fuck you, Edward. Fuck you and your fucking candy." My chest rose up and fell again as I came on him and the vine.

He slipped his hand out of my skirt and brought the candy to his mouth.

Oh my god. He wouldn't.

"And?" he said, his eyes twinkling.

He would. The vine passed his lips as he sucked my juice from it.

"Fuck you for making me want you to fuck me," I whispered, watching him eat the vine he'd done just that with.

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Eating lunch was impossible with Edward watching me from across the table. I would have much preferred spending the rest of the hour in that room with him, returning the favor, but before I could, he spun me out the door and to the dining room. He mumbled something about refusing to let me miss another meal. Little did he know, I was willing to give up food forever if he'd feed my soul like that instead.

He wore a hat pulled down low and held a book in his hands, acting like it had his full attention. Watching every morsel go to my mouth, he eye touched my lips as I chewed, my throat as I swallowed, my breasts in between bites. He was making the basic act of digestion, really fucking hot. Such a difference from a similar lunch, same time last year, when he used the hat and book to avoid looking at me. Now they were being used to avoid anyone noticing he was looking at me.
I caught his eye under the hat and smirked, he cleared his throat and brought the book up higher.

"Bella?" Garrett said on my right.

"Sorry, what?"

"I asked if you were stoked for tonight. I'm telling you, man. These theme nights are top notch. This is just what they needed to shake this thing up."

"Garrett, were you in a fraternity in college?" I asked.

"God no. I went to a little liberal arts school in Lake Tahoe. I don't even think they had fraternities."

"I think you missed out. You are enjoying this way too much."

"You're saying that now, but you haven't seen my pimp suit. I found it a Venezuelan thrift store. Bought it before I even knew there would be a Studio 54 night because it was that cool. Probably came straight off the back of some dead coke sniffing drug lord but I had to have it."

"He's not kidding," Kate interjected. "We were traveling with nothing but what we could carry on our backs and he was seriously considering ditching survival gear to make room for the polyester wonder."

"I'll be sorry to miss it but I don't do disco." I shook my head.

"Awww, come on! You have to!"

"No way. I'm compromising. I'll do three out of the six but disco and 'Latin Groove' are on my not-on-your-life list. I didn't even bring costumes as built-in insurance."

"Three? That's not a compromise!"

"Fifty percent is an exact compromise."

"No Latin Groove? What do you have against my people?" Benito asked with mocked offense.

"Nothing, but I can't move like them and I'm not going to put on sequins and ruffles and pretend I can."

"Want to know the secret, mija? Tequila. A few licks of that and you can shake your hips with the best of them."

I heard Edward snort from behind his book and wished I could kick him under the table.

"Come on, pup. Just one more, it won't hurt, promise," Garrett said.

"Hey now. Zafrina's made me a costume for Friday and I got dressed up on the first night, and I did the hula yesterday before my heart attack, so I think I deserve a night off."

"How is Sarah?" Kate asked, smoothing her hands across her stomach.

"Unbreakable apparently. I was able to catch my mom this morning at break. She's totally fine."
"What a relief. We're all so glad you stayed."

I smiled at Kate and glanced back to Edward. "So am I."

"Garrett you're going to have to keep your pimp in the bag for another night," Caius said and pointed at the folder in front of him. "Tonight is Pin-Ups and Greasers."

"What? Bummer! That's okay, I'm totally prepared for this one too. What do you say, Cullen McSilent? You ready to be the Ponyboy to my Johnny? Shit, you don't even need a costume."

Edward smirked and dropped the book he wasn't reading on the table to push it across to Garrett. We all looked at the cover and laughed.

"Getting in the mood, huh?" Garrett asked.

"Just revisiting an old favorite."

"So Bella, you're up for a sock hop, right?" Garrett nagged again.

Edward pulled his hat down and nodded slowly. I shook my head slightly and he frowned as his bottom lip jutted out.

"I guess, since you twisted my arm and all. But this is it. No disco, no salsa."

Edward leaned onto his arms and hid his smile behind his hands. He was so easy. I was actually looking forward to this theme. I had my outfit picked out for months and really, like I'd be anywhere he wasn't, please.

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After my afternoon classes, I stopped in the lobby to use the payphone and tried Jake's cell. Straight to voicemail again. I thought about dialing Leah but if she answered I'd have no legitimate reason for calling. It wasn't like I could just ask, "hi there, is my husband's dick currently inside you? Could you take a break and put him on?"

What was the point really? He was gone, I was gone. We'd both been missing for a long time. It shocked me to admit it, but what I felt the most after I kissed Edward was understanding. I understood why Jake had gone to Leah. I totally got why he'd look for this somewhere else. We didn't have it. That was glaringly obvious. It wasn't about me, it wasn't about him. We were the problem. He had it with Leah, I had it with Edward. I did, however, wish he hadn't found it so close to home as I wasn't rubbing his face in it and never would.

This place, this time and this man belonged to me. This was my vacation from life and reality. I knew that Edward and I were brewing a storm we were not fit to weather but it didn't matter. For once I was doing something for me and letting the rest be damned.

My hand went to the zip drive again and I knew I had to let go of that too. If I didn't show it to him until I thought it was perfect then I'd never show it to him. I dropped the receiver back to it's holder and started towards his cabin. The wind off the water blew salt through my hair. I watched the flowers of the meadow sway in the breeze and tightened my grip on the drive before knocking on his door.

He was on the phone as he opened it but he smiled and invited me in. I wondered how he was getting reception and heard him say goodbye.

"My dad," he said and shrugged. "He was checking on Sarah. Couldn't get your mom on her cell phone and figured I might know."

"Did calling him last night open up the proverbial can of worms?" I winced.

"Nah, It's fine. No worries." His hand patted the back of his hair like he did when he was avoiding something.

"I meant to ask earlier, about the ticket. I'm so sorry. I can pay you back-"

"No worries, Bluebell. It's exchangeable, refundable, whatever. I take enough trips, I'll use it."

"Thank you for doing that."

"You came all the way here to thank me for trying to send you home?" He winked at me and went to the fridge to procure two beers.

"No, I came to give you this." I held up the stick while taking the beer.

"Is that it? Your book?"

"Yes," I answered gripping it a little tighter.

"I was thinking. How fair is it that I'm going to read yours and you haven't read mine?" His arms wrapped around my waist and I could feel the coldness off the bottle on my back.

"I've read yours."

"You have? When? You never told me."

"I read them both, this past year."

"Fuck, keep me in suspense. What did you think?"

"What do you think I thought? You wrote them. I loved them."

"I hear a but."

"There's no but. But..."

"Told you."

"No! Okay not but. But," I said and laughed. "I didn't think they'd be so sad."

His lips moved from my cheek as he drew back to look at me. "You think they're sad?"

"Well not entirely, I mean obviously not. But I'm sad for Masen. He's just existing, it's like he thinks he has no purpose. His longing for connection is palpable."

Edward exhaled in deep thought and smiled. "You see what no one else does."

"I don't know about that."

"You do. You have a keen eye for longing."

"It is something I know a thing or two about."

"So, you going to give this up or what?" His hand went to my death grip.

I took a few deep breaths and let it go into his palm.

"That's it. That's all of me. And now it's yours."

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~~I'd love reviews more than you'd love for Edward to whip out his Red Vines on you.~~