Resident Geek: Chapter Fifteen
Title: Resident Geek
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairings: Edward/Bella
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 15/?
Warnings: Strong language, sexuality, and underage drinking.
Summary: Geeky Edward thinks he has absolutely no shot with the popular, beautiful Bella. Is he right, or will she be one of the many girls who thinks geeks make for better lovers? OOC-AH.
A/N: For Jennlynnfs because she inspired me.
THANK YOU to Lillybellis and Tracie for helping me when Google failed. And to the lovely women who steady me when I get nervous about… everything. You know who you are and ILU.
And yes, ladies (and gentlemen?), we’re flash-forwarding ahead.
~*~*~
Its gonna take time
A whole lot of precious time
Its gonna take patience and time, ummm
To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it,
To do it right
~"Got My Mind Set On You" by George Harrison~
~*~*~
Chapter Fifteen
BPOV
It had been seven weeks since I’d spilled my guts out to Edward and told him about my less than pleasant past. Seven weeks of spending time together, of having fun and doing new things while we got to know each other.
Well, usually the things we did were fun.
This wasn’t.
“Okay, Bella, let’s try it again,” Edward said for what had to be the thousandth time that afternoon. He was helping me study for a math test I had two days from now, which I desperately needed help with. All the numbers and letters needed for the formulas tended to run together in my mind, and getting anything below a B in the class was not an option.
I sighed and rattled off, “Negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus 4-a-c, all over 2-a.”
“Excellent!” he exclaimed, sounding very relieved. Probably because it had taken me close to an hour to get down the quadratic formula. “Now let’s try working some problems.”
“But… why??” I whined. “In fact, why do English majors even need to learn math? The only math related thing we do is count syllables in haikus.”
“I don’t know. Because you do,” he said, shrugging. “It’s not like this is even hard math,” he mumbled under his breath as he turned to grab some papers.
“What did you say?”
Edward flushed, knowing he had been caught. “Um… it’s just that… this is easy stuff. Possibly the easiest math class I’ve ever seen designed for college students.”
I glared at him. Was he calling me stupid!?
Edward swallowed and looked uncomfortable. “That was the wrong thing to say, wasn’t it?”
I nodded slowly and he sighed, dropping his head into his hands.
“I’m sorry,” he said earnestly. “I should have listened to Alice.”
That caught my attention. “What did Alice say?”
“That you were sensitive about your intelligence when it came to math,” he confessed.
Oh.
I let go of my anger with a deep breath because honestly, I kind of was sensitive.
Edward eyed me for a minute and then put a piece of paper in front of me with handwritten problems on it. I started reaching for my notes, but Edward intercepted me, sliding them out of reach. “No. You have to do this from memory because that’s what it’s going to be like on the test.”
“But…” I weakly protested, pouting.
“No buts,” he said sternly, and then softened. “I know you can do this, Bella. You’re smarter than you think.”
I grumbled under my breath about skewed perceptions, but couldn’t help the small smile that came from Edward’s encouraging words. They gave me the little boost of confidence I needed to start tackling the problems he had made up.
I felt his eyes watching me as I fumbled through the simple steps, writing out everything longhand. I tried to ignore it, but my cheeks grew hot regardless.
“You’re staring,” I pointed out quietly.
Edward ducked his head and mumbled, “Sorry.”
Smiling, because he was still so adorable when he became embarrassed or bashful over something as trivial as staring at me, I went back to working the problems as Edward opened one of his textbooks. I slowly lost myself in the steady rhythm of writing out the same numbers and letters repeatedly, making my way down the page.
With a brilliant grin, I wrote the last answer down a half hour later and victoriously declared that I was done. Edward took the papers from me and then placed them next to his graphing calculator in front of him. Holding a pencil in his right hand and using his left to punch numbers into the calculator, he went through to check each of the steps I had written out.
I watched his fingers fly over the calculator, transfixed by their rapid movements across the number pad. Edward was the only person I knew who could make math sexy, and somehow he was making computations on a calculator sexy as well.
My vision narrowed as I imagined those same fingers running across my bare skin, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, gripping and digging into my hips, and - with a shudder that ran down my spine - pumping in and out of me, drawing me closer to the highest ecstasy I’ve ever known.
Warmth spread throughout my body and I felt myself grow wet as my dream-like fantasy turned into Edward kneeling me over the kitchen table where we were sitting and pounding into me from behind.
I was so into my daydream that I didn’t notice Edward trying to get my attention until he yelled my name and shook me. I came back into myself and my eyes refocused on his confused face.
“Where did you go?” he asked.
“Sorry.” I shook my head, trying to clear it of all those dirty images, and swallowed. “I just… zoned out.”
“Yeah? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I smiled and quickly thought of something to distract him. “Hey, I heard a funny thing today. Thought you’d appreciate it.”
“What’s that?” he inquired warily.
Leaning forward, I placed my hand on his arm and huskily said, “I wish I was your derivative so I could lie tangent to your curves.”
Edward stared at me for a second and then threw his head back, laughing loudly.
“Happy to know that pick-up line works,” I mumbled, withdrawing from him and slumping back in my chair. I watched Edward laugh with an amused smile on my face and then giggled when he snorted. He scowled in my direction, but I knew he wasn’t really angry that I was laughing at him, just embarrassed.
“You’re such a dork sometimes,” I sighed. “But you’re my dork.”
Edward smiled, ducking his head. He still wasn’t good with compliments - any kind of compliment, really - but one of these days I was going to break him of his shy nature.
“So, where were we?” I asked, nodding in the direction of the math problems. Edward picked up where he’d left off and I inwardly sighed in relief, having successfully diverted his attention from asking anymore questions.
It was getting harder with each passing day to hide my X-rated thoughts from him.
I just… wanted him. In the darkest, dirtiest way possible.
Usually the guys I dated were assertive enough that when it came to the subject of sex I knew exactly where they stood - they wanted to do it. And the sooner it happened, the better.
I had rules though. I never had one night stands and I cared about the guy before any clothes came off, at the time anyway. But regardless, I wasn’t an innocent after three relationships. Especially since one of them had been with Paul.
Edward was something entirely different though. I had no clues to go off of. I had no way of knowing if he wanted to move forward and I think it was largely due to him being so… verdant.
He was actually sticking to the statement he’d made seven weeks ago. He was letting me set the pace.
And as much as I wanted to jump him, for some unknown reason, I kept holding myself back.
Edward prattled on about how I had forgotten to square a number and looked up at me to make sure I was listening. I nodded my head accordingly, and then went back to my thoughts when he finished.
Why was I holding back?
I wanted him.
I loved spending time with him. In fact, the hours that we weren’t together were torture because all I thought about was seeing him again, which was quickly becoming troublesome to me because it was almost like living with ADD where Edward was concerned.
I loved kissing him, to the point where I would sometimes tackle him if it had been more than a few hours since I had last seen him.
I knew we were still in the ‘honeymoon’ period. This level of infatuation and giddiness couldn’t last for much longer. I was about to go crazy as it was, so knowing one day, I would be able to focus on something other than what Edward was doing at that moment, made me feel a little better.
But was I ready for the next step?
Was he ready for the next step?
Maybe that was it. Maybe I was afraid of being rejected.
The night I’d gotten drunk, I could still remember the agony, embarrassment, and shame I had felt after he said ‘no’ to my advances. I did not want to relive that experience over again, especially if I didn’t have alcohol in my system to soften the blow.
What to do? What to do?
The simple fact of the matter was that I didn’t know. The guy letting me set the boundaries was a new experience and I didn’t know how to move forward.
Should I talk to him about it, or just start reaching for his boy parts and hope that he catches on?
I looked at Edward, bent over the papers with his pencil as he marked stuff out and scribbled away in the margins.
I could try talking to him.
What was the harm in trying?
~*~*~
“Please, no more! I need to stop before my brain bleeds out of my ears,” I insisted, tossing the pencil I had been holding onto the open math book in front of me.
“Okay, fine. But promise me you’ll study more tomorrow,” Edward said. “At least four hours,” he interjected before I could agree to his condition just so I could escape.
I considered his amendment before answering. Four hours? Of math?
“Done,” I consented, knowing I needed to do it anyway.
“So, what do you want to do?” he asked, following my lead as I walked into the living room.
“What about a movie?”
“I just finished downloading a DVD rip of ‘The Incredible Hulk’,” he suggested.
“Uh, the new one or the old one?” I asked.
“The new one. It’s supposed to be a lot better,” he replied. “So… do you want to?”
More than you know, Edward, I purred in my mind.
“Sure,” I said, sitting down on the comfy sofa.
“Okay. Let me set it up.” Edward walked into his room and then came back out a minute later holding a black cord in his hand.
“What’s with the cord?” I asked, leaning forward.
“It’s an S-video cord. It connects my computer to the TV screen so I can play movies and shows that are saved on my hard drives,” he explained, scooting the TV forward so he could reach behind it.
“That’s… cool,” I said absently, watching his jeans stretch over his butt as he leaned over the TV screen.
Damn… Must remember to watch movies off his computer more.
I snapped my gaping mouth shut when he straightened up, swallowing the drool that had accumulated.
Was it possible to be too horny? I think I was stretching the acceptable limits of normal horniness as of right now.
If I’d had the slightest doubt about talking to Edward, it was gone now. Because if I didn’t do something fast, I knew I would soon crack and end up mauling the boy, possibly even taking his virginity by force.
Edward went back into his room and the TV screen flickered. A picture appeared where there had only been blackness before.
It was a picture of Edward and me at the skating rink we’d gone to last week. It was a completely dorky and junior high thing to do, but it had been so much fun. And my constant klutziness had guaranteed Edward’s arms around me almost the entire time, which had been my favorite part.
Toward the end of our time there, I had pulled Edward into the corner and forced him to take a picture with me. He protested of course, but one little pout from me quelled him into submission.
I had sent the picture to his phone after, but seeing it as his desktop background was a pleasant surprise. A video frame popped up and then expanded into full screen, covering our cute picture. The opening credits started as Edward joined me on the couch after turning off the overhead lights.
“Hey,” I said, scooting over to where he sat.
“Hey,” he replied, lifting his arm so I could snuggle into his side. I sighed in contentment as we watched the montage of scenes that set up the movie, breathing in Edward’s unique scent.
Forty minutes later, I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned and knelt beside him, staring until he looked at me with his eyebrows raised in question.
“I hate to break it to you, but this movie is boring,” I confessed quietly.
He smirked and tilted his head. “It is rather boring… you wouldn’t happen to have something else in mind for us to do, would you?”
I knew that look. I had used that look on him before. The half-lidded, darkened eyes as they stared at the other person’s mouth look.
But seeing it on Edward made me feel suddenly weak. Unconsciously, I leaned forward, my hands landing on his thigh to support my weight.
“I… just… might,” I whispered before we met halfway, our lips softly touching in a gentle caress.
His lips slowly parted and then he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth quite unexpectedly. I moaned, moving my hands to fist them in his hair as I instigated a more impassioned kiss. Edward pulled me forward as he twisted around on the couch and I spread my knees so I could straddle him.
Strong hands pushed me into his chest as our kissing quickly escalated to a frenzied level.
I couldn’t get close enough to him in this position, and evidently he felt the same way because I soon found myself lying back on the sofa’s cushions, Edward pleasantly pressing down on me.
Wrapping my legs around his thighs, I let myself go for the first time since we had cleared the air. No hang-ups or worries. Just Edward.
My hands found themselves under his shirt and spread out on his back’s tight muscles. They were making their way up his soft, warm skin when Edward pulled back.
“Wait,” he said as I stared at him, confused. I tried pulling him back down.
“We should stop,” he continued, starting to push himself off me.
“No,” I protested, tightening my arms and legs around him. “I think…” I shook my head and firmly said, “I know I want to go… further with you.”
He breathed heavily through his nose as he took that in. Looking down at me, he asked, “What does that mean?”
I smirked. This was something I could do. I had been friends with guys long enough to know how to put it into terms he’d understand. “You know how sometimes we start rounding first base and then we decide the ball we hit was just a single, so we double back and stay on first?”
Edward frowned, but nodded slowly.
“Well,” I continued. “This hit should be a double, at the very least.”
“So you’re saying…”
Propping myself up on my elbows, I made sure he heard me clearly. “I want you to touch me, Edward.”
His eyes closed as he let out a shaky intake of breath and I bit my lip, wondering if I had stepped over the line.
A tortured anguish look was etched into his features as his eyes opened again. My eyebrows came together as I tried to figure out why he was in pain.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, searching his face for any clues as to what was going on in his head. Was it too soon for him?
Oh, god. He was going to reject me, wasn’t he?
He was trying to work up the courage to reject me.
I felt a sudden pressure behind my eyes and the stab in the gut that seemed so familiar to me, even though it had been almost two months since I felt it last. Flopping back down on the couch, I tried to calm myself enough so I wouldn’t burst out into tears the moment he opened his mouth.
I. Would. Not. Cry.
I managed to completely freak out in just a matter of seconds while Edward hovered above me, forming his mouth around the words that would make me feel the sharper sting of rejection.
“Where?” he finally said.
I was too busy working out how long I had to get to Wal-Mart to grab a carton of chocolate ice cream and lots of syrup before I broke down in tears to hear what he said. “What?” I asked, focusing my attention back on him.
“Where?” he croaked.
“Where what?”
“Where do you… want me to, um, touch you?” he asked, his eyes darting everywhere but my face.
My jaw slowly dropped as what he said made sense to me. “Ooohhh,” I breathed and then smiled widely. “Everywhere. Anywhere.”
A corner of Edward’s mouth lifted and he tentatively met my eyes. “Anywhere?”
“Over the bra, under the blouse… over the panties, no bra, blouse unbuttoned… anywhere you want.”
Edward’s breathing turned shallow as he slowly looked up and down my body, like he couldn’t decide where to begin.
“How about we start out slow, okay? Just do whatever comes naturally,” I suggested. Edward nodded, swallowing nervously. I brushed the hair off his forehead. “Relax,” I whispered.
I trailed my hands up his arms as our lips met. I let Edward set the pace, and slowly our desire began to grow. He groaned when my tongue ran over his and I buried my fingers into his hair as his arms tightened around me.
My hands found their way under his shirt once more and I delighted in the roll of his muscles as he moved his arms, one coming up so a hand could cup my cheek while the other went down to the hem of my shirt.
His hand shook as it inched up my stomach. Edward pulled back to stare down at me when his fingers came into contact with the bottom of my bra.
He licked his lips and asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I breathed, grasping his wrist and moving his hand higher.
Edward shuddered as his fingers slowly cupped my covered breast and he swallowed. “I don’t… I don’t know what to do,” he admitted.
“Like this,” I instructed, covering his hand with mine on top of my shirt and applying pressure so that he gently squeezed me. I removed my hand and he did it on his own, watching me. Honestly, I couldn’t really feel anything since I was wearing one of those padded bras, but it was all about small steps.
“Is that okay?” he asked nervously.
“Perfect,” I commended him. “Now kiss me.”
He complied without hesitation, leaning down, which changed the angle of his hand. The tips of his fingers pressed down into the swell of my breast and I moaned, wrapping my legs around his.
Edward slid his hand under the padding of my bra and I gasped, arching my back. My nipple tightened the moment his palm came into contact with it. He looked so astonished that it was almost heartbreaking.
“Wait,” I said, reaching behind me. He moved his hand and pushed himself up to give me room as I wiggled out of my bra.
“Okay,” I breathed. Edward swallowed and then slowly placed his hand back on my now bare breast. He watched me as he tried out different things, like plumping it one way and then the other. Or brushing his fingertips along the underside. Everything felt amazing, and warm, and he looked so cute biting his lip with his forehead all scrunched up in concentration, but none of that hid the fact that he was still shaking.
His ministrations caused me start squirming underneath him and when he finally pinched my nipple, I shuddered and moaned.
“Edward, take off your shirt,” I begged, wanting to feel his warm skin under my hands. He did, lightning fast, and then settled himself over me again, but I had other plans.
“Sit up,” I commanded, struggling to push myself up against the squishiness of the couch cushion. Edward was confused, but comprehension settled in when I straddled his lap.
“You were shaking,” I explained.
“Oh, that? I guess I was,” he said softly, his hands resting on my hips. I ran my hands down the front of his chest, seeing it for the first time. His muscles weren’t defined, not like some of those ripped guys who ran around without shirts once things started getting crazy at parties, but I didn’t mind in the least. Besides, it was more fascinating catching sight of their outlines whenever he moved.
I wanted nothing more than to cover every inch of his skin with my lips… and tongue, memorizing every indention and curve I could find.
“So…” Edward breathed, his eyes settling on my braless breasts underneath my shirt.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked in a hushed tone, leaning forward to brush my lips against his. In a flash both of his hands dove under my shirt, making it ride up to the middle of my stomach.
Running my hands all over his chest, back, shoulders - wherever I could reach - I became this writhing, impatient mess that needed to get closer to him the more he teased me.
“Please,” I panted, rubbing myself against his erection.
“Bella,” he groaned, his eyes dark and half-closed. Then he closed his eyes and removed his hands, pushing me forward to rest his head against my chest. “I can’t. Not yet.”
I pouted and made this little whiny noise, which was pathetic and so unlike me, but eventually I calmed down enough to realize it was for the best. To go from first base to home plate in one day was too fast for both of us.
We stayed like that for some time and I somehow ended up telling him about the thought process that had brought me to my conclusion of fast-tracking our physical relationship.
I could tell he was amazed that I would want him to actually touch me, based on how many times he asked me if I was sure I wanted to obliterate all restrictions on our physical relationship. Which was ludicrous, because if he didn’t know I desired him by now, then clearly I was falling down on the job. I assured him multiple times that I wasn’t pulling a fast one over on him before I became fed up and grabbed his head forcefully to kiss him into silence.
“I want you. I want this. Stop questioning it and give in to the inevitable,” I said.
“We were inevitably going to end up like this?” Edward asked, a cute little smirk on his lips.
“Yes. Now shut up and kiss me,” I demanded.
He did.
It was some minutes before he pulled back and cast his eyes down demurely. “Bella…” he started hesitantly, moving his gaze up. “Could I touch you again?”
“Edward, you can touch me whenever you want,” I promised.
He grinned and dove under my shirt again, his hands covering my breasts in seconds. “I think I could stay like this forever,” he said quietly, slowly leaning forward to rest against my chest.
Running my hands through his hair, I smiled contently. “I don’t suggest that since eventually we’ll have to move, but you’re welcome to try.”
His eyes closed languidly as he smiled. “I could be your bra from now on.”
“What? You’ll just follow me around, holding the girls up?” I asked, laughing.
“Yep.”
“What about if I have to go to the bathroom?”
“Um…” He lifted his head to rest his chin on my chest. “Maybe not then. But the rest of the time, I’ll be diligent. I won’t shirk my responsibility, no matter what obstacles I may come across. Be it going into a locker room… or a sleepover…”
“Oh, I see how it is. You just want a ‘get out of jail free’ card so you can enter girl-only zones,” I teased him, ruffling his hair.
Edward grinned. “Darn, you figured out my risible, ill-conceived plan.”
“Well, I do have the quadratic formula memorized now…” I trailed off, sticking my tongue out of him.
“That’s right. You’re a math genius.”
“Hey,” I shot back in mock anger. “Don’t make me fire you before you’ve even been hired, Mr. Wonder Bra.”
Edward snorted and buried his face in my shirt, his hands lightly shaking from laughter against my skin. Reaching down as far as I could, I ran my nails up his back and he wiggled underneath me.
“So, do we have a deal?” he asked.
“Hmm… what do I get out of this?”
“My constant presence and attention, of course. Which is so valuable that you should be paying me to offer this service.”
“Oh, really? My, how highly we think of ourselves once a pair of breasts come into the picture,” I replied, loving this new level of badinage we had somehow achieved.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that boobs make everything better?” Edward said jokingly.
“I must have missed out on that day of school.”
“What a shame,” he sighed. “Then I guess you also missed out on the day we were taught the art of tickling.”
“Wha-” Edward attacked me before I could finish the word, tickling my sides right between the ribs where it was most sensitive. I shrieked, trying to squirm away, but he kept me pinned against him. With tears in my eyes, I cried ‘uncle’ and breathed a sigh of relief when he stopped, lying us down on the suddenly cramped couch. Edward slipped his arm around my back and I turned into him, resting my head on his chest.
We stayed like that for a while, trying to stretch out the perfect moment we’d found ourselves in. But it was only a matter of time before Edward’s hand crept back under my shirt. I looked at him and he smirked. “What? I can’t be falling down on the job on the first day.”
I snorted and shook my head, letting him have his moment. I knew mine would come soon enough as my eyes settled on the bulge in his jeans. Very soon indeed, I thought, licking my lips.
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A/N: Geez… Bella’s a dirty girl. *snort*
Defs/Refs -
The Incredible Hulk - the one with Eric Bana was horrible and the newer one with Edward Norton was better, but couldn’t hold my interest for long. Maybe one day we’ll be able to give the Hulk the justice he deserves with his own feature-length movie.
‘Over the bra, under the blouse’ quote - Bender says it (to some degree) in The Breakfast Club while taunting Claire. I picked out the parts of the actual quote that made sense in this context.
Until next time, I love you guys and thank you for reading.
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Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairings: Edward/Bella
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 15/?
Warnings: Strong language, sexuality, and underage drinking.
Summary: Geeky Edward thinks he has absolutely no shot with the popular, beautiful Bella. Is he right, or will she be one of the many girls who thinks geeks make for better lovers? OOC-AH.
A/N: For Jennlynnfs because she inspired me.
THANK YOU to Lillybellis and Tracie for helping me when Google failed. And to the lovely women who steady me when I get nervous about… everything. You know who you are and ILU.
And yes, ladies (and gentlemen?), we’re flash-forwarding ahead.
~*~*~
Its gonna take time
A whole lot of precious time
Its gonna take patience and time, ummm
To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it,
To do it right
~"Got My Mind Set On You" by George Harrison~
~*~*~
Chapter Fifteen
BPOV
It had been seven weeks since I’d spilled my guts out to Edward and told him about my less than pleasant past. Seven weeks of spending time together, of having fun and doing new things while we got to know each other.
Well, usually the things we did were fun.
This wasn’t.
“Okay, Bella, let’s try it again,” Edward said for what had to be the thousandth time that afternoon. He was helping me study for a math test I had two days from now, which I desperately needed help with. All the numbers and letters needed for the formulas tended to run together in my mind, and getting anything below a B in the class was not an option.
I sighed and rattled off, “Negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus 4-a-c, all over 2-a.”
“Excellent!” he exclaimed, sounding very relieved. Probably because it had taken me close to an hour to get down the quadratic formula. “Now let’s try working some problems.”
“But… why??” I whined. “In fact, why do English majors even need to learn math? The only math related thing we do is count syllables in haikus.”
“I don’t know. Because you do,” he said, shrugging. “It’s not like this is even hard math,” he mumbled under his breath as he turned to grab some papers.
“What did you say?”
Edward flushed, knowing he had been caught. “Um… it’s just that… this is easy stuff. Possibly the easiest math class I’ve ever seen designed for college students.”
I glared at him. Was he calling me stupid!?
Edward swallowed and looked uncomfortable. “That was the wrong thing to say, wasn’t it?”
I nodded slowly and he sighed, dropping his head into his hands.
“I’m sorry,” he said earnestly. “I should have listened to Alice.”
That caught my attention. “What did Alice say?”
“That you were sensitive about your intelligence when it came to math,” he confessed.
Oh.
I let go of my anger with a deep breath because honestly, I kind of was sensitive.
Edward eyed me for a minute and then put a piece of paper in front of me with handwritten problems on it. I started reaching for my notes, but Edward intercepted me, sliding them out of reach. “No. You have to do this from memory because that’s what it’s going to be like on the test.”
“But…” I weakly protested, pouting.
“No buts,” he said sternly, and then softened. “I know you can do this, Bella. You’re smarter than you think.”
I grumbled under my breath about skewed perceptions, but couldn’t help the small smile that came from Edward’s encouraging words. They gave me the little boost of confidence I needed to start tackling the problems he had made up.
I felt his eyes watching me as I fumbled through the simple steps, writing out everything longhand. I tried to ignore it, but my cheeks grew hot regardless.
“You’re staring,” I pointed out quietly.
Edward ducked his head and mumbled, “Sorry.”
Smiling, because he was still so adorable when he became embarrassed or bashful over something as trivial as staring at me, I went back to working the problems as Edward opened one of his textbooks. I slowly lost myself in the steady rhythm of writing out the same numbers and letters repeatedly, making my way down the page.
With a brilliant grin, I wrote the last answer down a half hour later and victoriously declared that I was done. Edward took the papers from me and then placed them next to his graphing calculator in front of him. Holding a pencil in his right hand and using his left to punch numbers into the calculator, he went through to check each of the steps I had written out.
I watched his fingers fly over the calculator, transfixed by their rapid movements across the number pad. Edward was the only person I knew who could make math sexy, and somehow he was making computations on a calculator sexy as well.
My vision narrowed as I imagined those same fingers running across my bare skin, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, gripping and digging into my hips, and - with a shudder that ran down my spine - pumping in and out of me, drawing me closer to the highest ecstasy I’ve ever known.
Warmth spread throughout my body and I felt myself grow wet as my dream-like fantasy turned into Edward kneeling me over the kitchen table where we were sitting and pounding into me from behind.
I was so into my daydream that I didn’t notice Edward trying to get my attention until he yelled my name and shook me. I came back into myself and my eyes refocused on his confused face.
“Where did you go?” he asked.
“Sorry.” I shook my head, trying to clear it of all those dirty images, and swallowed. “I just… zoned out.”
“Yeah? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I smiled and quickly thought of something to distract him. “Hey, I heard a funny thing today. Thought you’d appreciate it.”
“What’s that?” he inquired warily.
Leaning forward, I placed my hand on his arm and huskily said, “I wish I was your derivative so I could lie tangent to your curves.”
Edward stared at me for a second and then threw his head back, laughing loudly.
“Happy to know that pick-up line works,” I mumbled, withdrawing from him and slumping back in my chair. I watched Edward laugh with an amused smile on my face and then giggled when he snorted. He scowled in my direction, but I knew he wasn’t really angry that I was laughing at him, just embarrassed.
“You’re such a dork sometimes,” I sighed. “But you’re my dork.”
Edward smiled, ducking his head. He still wasn’t good with compliments - any kind of compliment, really - but one of these days I was going to break him of his shy nature.
“So, where were we?” I asked, nodding in the direction of the math problems. Edward picked up where he’d left off and I inwardly sighed in relief, having successfully diverted his attention from asking anymore questions.
It was getting harder with each passing day to hide my X-rated thoughts from him.
I just… wanted him. In the darkest, dirtiest way possible.
Usually the guys I dated were assertive enough that when it came to the subject of sex I knew exactly where they stood - they wanted to do it. And the sooner it happened, the better.
I had rules though. I never had one night stands and I cared about the guy before any clothes came off, at the time anyway. But regardless, I wasn’t an innocent after three relationships. Especially since one of them had been with Paul.
Edward was something entirely different though. I had no clues to go off of. I had no way of knowing if he wanted to move forward and I think it was largely due to him being so… verdant.
He was actually sticking to the statement he’d made seven weeks ago. He was letting me set the pace.
And as much as I wanted to jump him, for some unknown reason, I kept holding myself back.
Edward prattled on about how I had forgotten to square a number and looked up at me to make sure I was listening. I nodded my head accordingly, and then went back to my thoughts when he finished.
Why was I holding back?
I wanted him.
I loved spending time with him. In fact, the hours that we weren’t together were torture because all I thought about was seeing him again, which was quickly becoming troublesome to me because it was almost like living with ADD where Edward was concerned.
I loved kissing him, to the point where I would sometimes tackle him if it had been more than a few hours since I had last seen him.
I knew we were still in the ‘honeymoon’ period. This level of infatuation and giddiness couldn’t last for much longer. I was about to go crazy as it was, so knowing one day, I would be able to focus on something other than what Edward was doing at that moment, made me feel a little better.
But was I ready for the next step?
Was he ready for the next step?
Maybe that was it. Maybe I was afraid of being rejected.
The night I’d gotten drunk, I could still remember the agony, embarrassment, and shame I had felt after he said ‘no’ to my advances. I did not want to relive that experience over again, especially if I didn’t have alcohol in my system to soften the blow.
What to do? What to do?
The simple fact of the matter was that I didn’t know. The guy letting me set the boundaries was a new experience and I didn’t know how to move forward.
Should I talk to him about it, or just start reaching for his boy parts and hope that he catches on?
I looked at Edward, bent over the papers with his pencil as he marked stuff out and scribbled away in the margins.
I could try talking to him.
What was the harm in trying?
~*~*~
“Please, no more! I need to stop before my brain bleeds out of my ears,” I insisted, tossing the pencil I had been holding onto the open math book in front of me.
“Okay, fine. But promise me you’ll study more tomorrow,” Edward said. “At least four hours,” he interjected before I could agree to his condition just so I could escape.
I considered his amendment before answering. Four hours? Of math?
“Done,” I consented, knowing I needed to do it anyway.
“So, what do you want to do?” he asked, following my lead as I walked into the living room.
“What about a movie?”
“I just finished downloading a DVD rip of ‘The Incredible Hulk’,” he suggested.
“Uh, the new one or the old one?” I asked.
“The new one. It’s supposed to be a lot better,” he replied. “So… do you want to?”
More than you know, Edward, I purred in my mind.
“Sure,” I said, sitting down on the comfy sofa.
“Okay. Let me set it up.” Edward walked into his room and then came back out a minute later holding a black cord in his hand.
“What’s with the cord?” I asked, leaning forward.
“It’s an S-video cord. It connects my computer to the TV screen so I can play movies and shows that are saved on my hard drives,” he explained, scooting the TV forward so he could reach behind it.
“That’s… cool,” I said absently, watching his jeans stretch over his butt as he leaned over the TV screen.
Damn… Must remember to watch movies off his computer more.
I snapped my gaping mouth shut when he straightened up, swallowing the drool that had accumulated.
Was it possible to be too horny? I think I was stretching the acceptable limits of normal horniness as of right now.
If I’d had the slightest doubt about talking to Edward, it was gone now. Because if I didn’t do something fast, I knew I would soon crack and end up mauling the boy, possibly even taking his virginity by force.
Edward went back into his room and the TV screen flickered. A picture appeared where there had only been blackness before.
It was a picture of Edward and me at the skating rink we’d gone to last week. It was a completely dorky and junior high thing to do, but it had been so much fun. And my constant klutziness had guaranteed Edward’s arms around me almost the entire time, which had been my favorite part.
Toward the end of our time there, I had pulled Edward into the corner and forced him to take a picture with me. He protested of course, but one little pout from me quelled him into submission.
I had sent the picture to his phone after, but seeing it as his desktop background was a pleasant surprise. A video frame popped up and then expanded into full screen, covering our cute picture. The opening credits started as Edward joined me on the couch after turning off the overhead lights.
“Hey,” I said, scooting over to where he sat.
“Hey,” he replied, lifting his arm so I could snuggle into his side. I sighed in contentment as we watched the montage of scenes that set up the movie, breathing in Edward’s unique scent.
Forty minutes later, I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned and knelt beside him, staring until he looked at me with his eyebrows raised in question.
“I hate to break it to you, but this movie is boring,” I confessed quietly.
He smirked and tilted his head. “It is rather boring… you wouldn’t happen to have something else in mind for us to do, would you?”
I knew that look. I had used that look on him before. The half-lidded, darkened eyes as they stared at the other person’s mouth look.
But seeing it on Edward made me feel suddenly weak. Unconsciously, I leaned forward, my hands landing on his thigh to support my weight.
“I… just… might,” I whispered before we met halfway, our lips softly touching in a gentle caress.
His lips slowly parted and then he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth quite unexpectedly. I moaned, moving my hands to fist them in his hair as I instigated a more impassioned kiss. Edward pulled me forward as he twisted around on the couch and I spread my knees so I could straddle him.
Strong hands pushed me into his chest as our kissing quickly escalated to a frenzied level.
I couldn’t get close enough to him in this position, and evidently he felt the same way because I soon found myself lying back on the sofa’s cushions, Edward pleasantly pressing down on me.
Wrapping my legs around his thighs, I let myself go for the first time since we had cleared the air. No hang-ups or worries. Just Edward.
My hands found themselves under his shirt and spread out on his back’s tight muscles. They were making their way up his soft, warm skin when Edward pulled back.
“Wait,” he said as I stared at him, confused. I tried pulling him back down.
“We should stop,” he continued, starting to push himself off me.
“No,” I protested, tightening my arms and legs around him. “I think…” I shook my head and firmly said, “I know I want to go… further with you.”
He breathed heavily through his nose as he took that in. Looking down at me, he asked, “What does that mean?”
I smirked. This was something I could do. I had been friends with guys long enough to know how to put it into terms he’d understand. “You know how sometimes we start rounding first base and then we decide the ball we hit was just a single, so we double back and stay on first?”
Edward frowned, but nodded slowly.
“Well,” I continued. “This hit should be a double, at the very least.”
“So you’re saying…”
Propping myself up on my elbows, I made sure he heard me clearly. “I want you to touch me, Edward.”
His eyes closed as he let out a shaky intake of breath and I bit my lip, wondering if I had stepped over the line.
A tortured anguish look was etched into his features as his eyes opened again. My eyebrows came together as I tried to figure out why he was in pain.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, searching his face for any clues as to what was going on in his head. Was it too soon for him?
Oh, god. He was going to reject me, wasn’t he?
He was trying to work up the courage to reject me.
I felt a sudden pressure behind my eyes and the stab in the gut that seemed so familiar to me, even though it had been almost two months since I felt it last. Flopping back down on the couch, I tried to calm myself enough so I wouldn’t burst out into tears the moment he opened his mouth.
I. Would. Not. Cry.
I managed to completely freak out in just a matter of seconds while Edward hovered above me, forming his mouth around the words that would make me feel the sharper sting of rejection.
“Where?” he finally said.
I was too busy working out how long I had to get to Wal-Mart to grab a carton of chocolate ice cream and lots of syrup before I broke down in tears to hear what he said. “What?” I asked, focusing my attention back on him.
“Where?” he croaked.
“Where what?”
“Where do you… want me to, um, touch you?” he asked, his eyes darting everywhere but my face.
My jaw slowly dropped as what he said made sense to me. “Ooohhh,” I breathed and then smiled widely. “Everywhere. Anywhere.”
A corner of Edward’s mouth lifted and he tentatively met my eyes. “Anywhere?”
“Over the bra, under the blouse… over the panties, no bra, blouse unbuttoned… anywhere you want.”
Edward’s breathing turned shallow as he slowly looked up and down my body, like he couldn’t decide where to begin.
“How about we start out slow, okay? Just do whatever comes naturally,” I suggested. Edward nodded, swallowing nervously. I brushed the hair off his forehead. “Relax,” I whispered.
I trailed my hands up his arms as our lips met. I let Edward set the pace, and slowly our desire began to grow. He groaned when my tongue ran over his and I buried my fingers into his hair as his arms tightened around me.
My hands found their way under his shirt once more and I delighted in the roll of his muscles as he moved his arms, one coming up so a hand could cup my cheek while the other went down to the hem of my shirt.
His hand shook as it inched up my stomach. Edward pulled back to stare down at me when his fingers came into contact with the bottom of my bra.
He licked his lips and asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I breathed, grasping his wrist and moving his hand higher.
Edward shuddered as his fingers slowly cupped my covered breast and he swallowed. “I don’t… I don’t know what to do,” he admitted.
“Like this,” I instructed, covering his hand with mine on top of my shirt and applying pressure so that he gently squeezed me. I removed my hand and he did it on his own, watching me. Honestly, I couldn’t really feel anything since I was wearing one of those padded bras, but it was all about small steps.
“Is that okay?” he asked nervously.
“Perfect,” I commended him. “Now kiss me.”
He complied without hesitation, leaning down, which changed the angle of his hand. The tips of his fingers pressed down into the swell of my breast and I moaned, wrapping my legs around his.
Edward slid his hand under the padding of my bra and I gasped, arching my back. My nipple tightened the moment his palm came into contact with it. He looked so astonished that it was almost heartbreaking.
“Wait,” I said, reaching behind me. He moved his hand and pushed himself up to give me room as I wiggled out of my bra.
“Okay,” I breathed. Edward swallowed and then slowly placed his hand back on my now bare breast. He watched me as he tried out different things, like plumping it one way and then the other. Or brushing his fingertips along the underside. Everything felt amazing, and warm, and he looked so cute biting his lip with his forehead all scrunched up in concentration, but none of that hid the fact that he was still shaking.
His ministrations caused me start squirming underneath him and when he finally pinched my nipple, I shuddered and moaned.
“Edward, take off your shirt,” I begged, wanting to feel his warm skin under my hands. He did, lightning fast, and then settled himself over me again, but I had other plans.
“Sit up,” I commanded, struggling to push myself up against the squishiness of the couch cushion. Edward was confused, but comprehension settled in when I straddled his lap.
“You were shaking,” I explained.
“Oh, that? I guess I was,” he said softly, his hands resting on my hips. I ran my hands down the front of his chest, seeing it for the first time. His muscles weren’t defined, not like some of those ripped guys who ran around without shirts once things started getting crazy at parties, but I didn’t mind in the least. Besides, it was more fascinating catching sight of their outlines whenever he moved.
I wanted nothing more than to cover every inch of his skin with my lips… and tongue, memorizing every indention and curve I could find.
“So…” Edward breathed, his eyes settling on my braless breasts underneath my shirt.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked in a hushed tone, leaning forward to brush my lips against his. In a flash both of his hands dove under my shirt, making it ride up to the middle of my stomach.
Running my hands all over his chest, back, shoulders - wherever I could reach - I became this writhing, impatient mess that needed to get closer to him the more he teased me.
“Please,” I panted, rubbing myself against his erection.
“Bella,” he groaned, his eyes dark and half-closed. Then he closed his eyes and removed his hands, pushing me forward to rest his head against my chest. “I can’t. Not yet.”
I pouted and made this little whiny noise, which was pathetic and so unlike me, but eventually I calmed down enough to realize it was for the best. To go from first base to home plate in one day was too fast for both of us.
We stayed like that for some time and I somehow ended up telling him about the thought process that had brought me to my conclusion of fast-tracking our physical relationship.
I could tell he was amazed that I would want him to actually touch me, based on how many times he asked me if I was sure I wanted to obliterate all restrictions on our physical relationship. Which was ludicrous, because if he didn’t know I desired him by now, then clearly I was falling down on the job. I assured him multiple times that I wasn’t pulling a fast one over on him before I became fed up and grabbed his head forcefully to kiss him into silence.
“I want you. I want this. Stop questioning it and give in to the inevitable,” I said.
“We were inevitably going to end up like this?” Edward asked, a cute little smirk on his lips.
“Yes. Now shut up and kiss me,” I demanded.
He did.
It was some minutes before he pulled back and cast his eyes down demurely. “Bella…” he started hesitantly, moving his gaze up. “Could I touch you again?”
“Edward, you can touch me whenever you want,” I promised.
He grinned and dove under my shirt again, his hands covering my breasts in seconds. “I think I could stay like this forever,” he said quietly, slowly leaning forward to rest against my chest.
Running my hands through his hair, I smiled contently. “I don’t suggest that since eventually we’ll have to move, but you’re welcome to try.”
His eyes closed languidly as he smiled. “I could be your bra from now on.”
“What? You’ll just follow me around, holding the girls up?” I asked, laughing.
“Yep.”
“What about if I have to go to the bathroom?”
“Um…” He lifted his head to rest his chin on my chest. “Maybe not then. But the rest of the time, I’ll be diligent. I won’t shirk my responsibility, no matter what obstacles I may come across. Be it going into a locker room… or a sleepover…”
“Oh, I see how it is. You just want a ‘get out of jail free’ card so you can enter girl-only zones,” I teased him, ruffling his hair.
Edward grinned. “Darn, you figured out my risible, ill-conceived plan.”
“Well, I do have the quadratic formula memorized now…” I trailed off, sticking my tongue out of him.
“That’s right. You’re a math genius.”
“Hey,” I shot back in mock anger. “Don’t make me fire you before you’ve even been hired, Mr. Wonder Bra.”
Edward snorted and buried his face in my shirt, his hands lightly shaking from laughter against my skin. Reaching down as far as I could, I ran my nails up his back and he wiggled underneath me.
“So, do we have a deal?” he asked.
“Hmm… what do I get out of this?”
“My constant presence and attention, of course. Which is so valuable that you should be paying me to offer this service.”
“Oh, really? My, how highly we think of ourselves once a pair of breasts come into the picture,” I replied, loving this new level of badinage we had somehow achieved.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that boobs make everything better?” Edward said jokingly.
“I must have missed out on that day of school.”
“What a shame,” he sighed. “Then I guess you also missed out on the day we were taught the art of tickling.”
“Wha-” Edward attacked me before I could finish the word, tickling my sides right between the ribs where it was most sensitive. I shrieked, trying to squirm away, but he kept me pinned against him. With tears in my eyes, I cried ‘uncle’ and breathed a sigh of relief when he stopped, lying us down on the suddenly cramped couch. Edward slipped his arm around my back and I turned into him, resting my head on his chest.
We stayed like that for a while, trying to stretch out the perfect moment we’d found ourselves in. But it was only a matter of time before Edward’s hand crept back under my shirt. I looked at him and he smirked. “What? I can’t be falling down on the job on the first day.”
I snorted and shook my head, letting him have his moment. I knew mine would come soon enough as my eyes settled on the bulge in his jeans. Very soon indeed, I thought, licking my lips.
~*~*~
A/N: Geez… Bella’s a dirty girl. *snort*
Defs/Refs -
The Incredible Hulk - the one with Eric Bana was horrible and the newer one with Edward Norton was better, but couldn’t hold my interest for long. Maybe one day we’ll be able to give the Hulk the justice he deserves with his own feature-length movie.
‘Over the bra, under the blouse’ quote - Bender says it (to some degree) in The Breakfast Club while taunting Claire. I picked out the parts of the actual quote that made sense in this context.
Until next time, I love you guys and thank you for reading.
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