dealing with it
dealing with it
pairing: r/k
rating: M
his hand on her side slowly ran up and down her torso, feeling her skin through the mesh. coming to rest on the swell of her breast, his fingers danced along the edge.
"do you enjoy wearing things like this to torture me?" he whispered in her ear.
she just smiled and twisted her body so his knuckle could brush against more of her, glad her dress at least hid her hardened nipples.
"we're in public. can we deal with this later?"
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later that night as he was hanging up his coat (a rare occurence, but he had to keep it nice. he was going to wear it to every event this week) he glanced over at her.
"geez, that dinner took way too long. by the way, i like your shirt, 'can't handle this?' psh. i have handled it. and i love it."
she was sitting on the bed cross-legged and he strode over to her, taking her face in his hands and kissing her gently.
"did you really like my dress? it wasn't too much, er, too little?"
"i loved it. and i love you." he leaned down to her, she was still seated there with her t-shirt and jeans much too present.
this time she kissed him, running her tongue over his bottom lip and fisting her hands in his hair, making him moan.
his hand once again resumed its earlier path, this time trailing from her ass around to the front of her hips and up her torso, this time grazing the front of her breast and her nipple, and she pushed into his hand, desperate for friction anywhere she could find it.
he lifted her from the bed and hitched her legs around his waist, carrying her...somewhere. she didn't know where. all she knew was that his erection was pressing into her through his jeans and all she wanted was that feeling of completion when he finally slid home.
as he carefully set her down, she registered cold tiles beneath her feet. the bathroom?
he ran the water in the shower and began to undress, never taking his lust-darkened eyes off of her.
as she slipped out of her underwear and tee (no bra, he noted) he stepped over to her and pulled their naked bodies together.
"do you know how hard it is to want to scream my love for you from the rooftops and not even be able to touch you in public?"
"yes," she breathed, molding into him and kissing him with force.
"edward and bella don't have to hide their love. what if we were them?"
with a gleam in her eyes, "why don't we pretend?"
he smiled cheekily. "bella, i like your hair. you cut and dyed it? how unlike you. it makes you seem like you have a personality."
she slapped him. "she does have a personality!"
"i know, love, i was just kidding."
"let's see if insecure edward can get it up and give bella a proper fuck. 108 year-old-virgin?"
"i have plenty of experience." the american accent was back, and he lowered his face to her neck and bit her gently.
"do you want more?"
"always."
he moved away from her, turning the shower to cold.'if we're gonna do this, may as well have the whole experience."
they stepped under the spray. she shivered from the cold, but as his body pressed against hers she became warmer on the inside.
he kissed her gently, and she could feel his restraint he had to go through not to take her at once.
his hands lightly trailed over her back, his lips and tongue teased her earlobe, his erection pressed into her stomach.
the cold made her nipples harden and she raked them across his chest. they both moaned in pleasure and his hands move downward to cup her ass and pull her tighter to him.
"bella, i want you so much. i don't know if i can control myself anymore."
"then don't."
his eyes flashed as one hand moved to her hip and the other settled between their bodies and lightly stroked her outer folds.
she whimpered and pushed against his hand, her wetness mingling with the icy water of the shower.
taking one long finger, now cold, he ran it along her slit.
she gasped at the contrast between her hot body and his finger. it really was like edward's would be.
he barely stroked her clit, rubbing tiny circles on the hood of it. she felt her knees grow weak and he picked her up and pressed her against the wall. she wrapped her legs around his waist, full aware of the position this put them in.
"bella," it sounded like a warning.
"ah, edward," she ground against him.
cautiously, slowly, she could feel him positioning himself at her entrance.
"if i hurt you, tell me. please."
she closed her eyes and nodded, her arms winding around his neck.
he rested his forehead on hers as he pressed against her, feeling her open to him and an incredible heat washed over him in contrast with the cold water. he moaned.
"are you okay?" his breathing was shallow with the effort of holding her up.
she bit her lip and nodded.
"i love you so much"
she couldn't help the emotions she felt at that moment, she kissed him hard, feeling tears fall and mingle with the other droplets on her face.
he kissed her eyes, whispering. "is it kristen or bella who's crying right now?"
"i can't tell anymore," she said softly.
he reached to turn off the shower, and still sheathed inside of her carried their wet bodies to her bedroom. he lay her down on the bed carefully and hovered above her.
he began to slowly move in and out of her, peppering kisses on her face, lips, collarbone. and when he spoke it was rob's voice.
"i wanted this to be us. not edward and bella."
as he slowly thrust into her she ground against him, gasping when her clit made contact with his skin.
his eyes never left hers as they slowly worked each other closer and closer to the edge, but not quite jumping off.
when his lips met hers he felt her clench around him, once, twice, threefourfive times, and he felt himself shudder and release himself inside of her.
swimming in a sea of endorphins, he pulled out and lay beside her. he brushed the wet hair away from her face as she looked at him.
"that was good practice for breaking dawn."
she laughed. "method acting?"
he touched her cheek, amazed at the tiny person before him. this person who held within her everything he would ever need, who was his best friend and his lover.
and if they had to hide it from the whole world, so be it.
they could deal.
.
pairing: r/k
rating: M
his hand on her side slowly ran up and down her torso, feeling her skin through the mesh. coming to rest on the swell of her breast, his fingers danced along the edge.
"do you enjoy wearing things like this to torture me?" he whispered in her ear.
she just smiled and twisted her body so his knuckle could brush against more of her, glad her dress at least hid her hardened nipples.
"we're in public. can we deal with this later?"
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later that night as he was hanging up his coat (a rare occurence, but he had to keep it nice. he was going to wear it to every event this week) he glanced over at her.
"geez, that dinner took way too long. by the way, i like your shirt, 'can't handle this?' psh. i have handled it. and i love it."
she was sitting on the bed cross-legged and he strode over to her, taking her face in his hands and kissing her gently.
"did you really like my dress? it wasn't too much, er, too little?"
"i loved it. and i love you." he leaned down to her, she was still seated there with her t-shirt and jeans much too present.
this time she kissed him, running her tongue over his bottom lip and fisting her hands in his hair, making him moan.
his hand once again resumed its earlier path, this time trailing from her ass around to the front of her hips and up her torso, this time grazing the front of her breast and her nipple, and she pushed into his hand, desperate for friction anywhere she could find it.
he lifted her from the bed and hitched her legs around his waist, carrying her...somewhere. she didn't know where. all she knew was that his erection was pressing into her through his jeans and all she wanted was that feeling of completion when he finally slid home.
as he carefully set her down, she registered cold tiles beneath her feet. the bathroom?
he ran the water in the shower and began to undress, never taking his lust-darkened eyes off of her.
as she slipped out of her underwear and tee (no bra, he noted) he stepped over to her and pulled their naked bodies together.
"do you know how hard it is to want to scream my love for you from the rooftops and not even be able to touch you in public?"
"yes," she breathed, molding into him and kissing him with force.
"edward and bella don't have to hide their love. what if we were them?"
with a gleam in her eyes, "why don't we pretend?"
he smiled cheekily. "bella, i like your hair. you cut and dyed it? how unlike you. it makes you seem like you have a personality."
she slapped him. "she does have a personality!"
"i know, love, i was just kidding."
"let's see if insecure edward can get it up and give bella a proper fuck. 108 year-old-virgin?"
"i have plenty of experience." the american accent was back, and he lowered his face to her neck and bit her gently.
"do you want more?"
"always."
he moved away from her, turning the shower to cold.'if we're gonna do this, may as well have the whole experience."
they stepped under the spray. she shivered from the cold, but as his body pressed against hers she became warmer on the inside.
he kissed her gently, and she could feel his restraint he had to go through not to take her at once.
his hands lightly trailed over her back, his lips and tongue teased her earlobe, his erection pressed into her stomach.
the cold made her nipples harden and she raked them across his chest. they both moaned in pleasure and his hands move downward to cup her ass and pull her tighter to him.
"bella, i want you so much. i don't know if i can control myself anymore."
"then don't."
his eyes flashed as one hand moved to her hip and the other settled between their bodies and lightly stroked her outer folds.
she whimpered and pushed against his hand, her wetness mingling with the icy water of the shower.
taking one long finger, now cold, he ran it along her slit.
she gasped at the contrast between her hot body and his finger. it really was like edward's would be.
he barely stroked her clit, rubbing tiny circles on the hood of it. she felt her knees grow weak and he picked her up and pressed her against the wall. she wrapped her legs around his waist, full aware of the position this put them in.
"bella," it sounded like a warning.
"ah, edward," she ground against him.
cautiously, slowly, she could feel him positioning himself at her entrance.
"if i hurt you, tell me. please."
she closed her eyes and nodded, her arms winding around his neck.
he rested his forehead on hers as he pressed against her, feeling her open to him and an incredible heat washed over him in contrast with the cold water. he moaned.
"are you okay?" his breathing was shallow with the effort of holding her up.
she bit her lip and nodded.
"i love you so much"
she couldn't help the emotions she felt at that moment, she kissed him hard, feeling tears fall and mingle with the other droplets on her face.
he kissed her eyes, whispering. "is it kristen or bella who's crying right now?"
"i can't tell anymore," she said softly.
he reached to turn off the shower, and still sheathed inside of her carried their wet bodies to her bedroom. he lay her down on the bed carefully and hovered above her.
he began to slowly move in and out of her, peppering kisses on her face, lips, collarbone. and when he spoke it was rob's voice.
"i wanted this to be us. not edward and bella."
as he slowly thrust into her she ground against him, gasping when her clit made contact with his skin.
his eyes never left hers as they slowly worked each other closer and closer to the edge, but not quite jumping off.
when his lips met hers he felt her clench around him, once, twice, threefourfive times, and he felt himself shudder and release himself inside of her.
swimming in a sea of endorphins, he pulled out and lay beside her. he brushed the wet hair away from her face as she looked at him.
"that was good practice for breaking dawn."
she laughed. "method acting?"
he touched her cheek, amazed at the tiny person before him. this person who held within her everything he would ever need, who was his best friend and his lover.
and if they had to hide it from the whole world, so be it.
they could deal.
.