i'm finding it hard to believe we're in
Title: Heaven
Author: slasherfersure
Rating: R
Warning: sex.
Summary: prompt: Edward/Rosalie - pre(or post)-Emmett - vanity vanity - sexy sexy!.
A/N: Written for the Twilight Anonymous Kink Meme. Not very long, only about 500 words - if that.
"Listen," Rosalie screamed at him, running to catch up with him. He was an elusive bastard, not wanting to hear her after she sneaked up behind him and put her hands down his pants. She just wanted to see if she felt something, and boy, she felt something alright. Something great that she hadn't felt with her fiance, ever.
"There's nothing to hear," Edward murmured. Rosalie huffed. He was always the stoic one.
"We're both vampires," Rosalie said.
"I'm aware of that."
"We have forever," she shouted at him. Edward turned around and rushed her against a wall, looking into her dark red eyes. She was still a newborn, born only a year ago. But she was still as beautiful as the day they first saw each other in town when she was a human. He held her hands above her, her blonde hair caught in their hands.
Rosalie was feeling hot as Edward pressed his body against hers. She expected Edward to smirk, to push against her even harder. Wished it, even, but he could read her thoughts. Nothing about him was about giving her what she wanted. Even though he wanted it as well.
"I do not," Edward said, letting her go and backing away. Rosalie didn't fall for it for a second.
"You're always so alone," Rosalie said, jumping on him. They fell to the floor and she straddled him, pushing her full weight on him. She was stronger than him now, lust evident in her eyes.
Edward had never been more turned on in his life. She was perfect. He was perfect. They were perfect together. He shook his head free of those sinful thoughts, trying to buck Rosalie off. It didn't work, and her thoughts turned even more naughty. If he could have, Edward would have blushed.
"Please," Rosalie said, caressing his cheek. "You're so beautiful, and I'm beautiful as well. Just one night, that's all I want. All I need."
Edward needed it as well. As a vampire, he had more needs than when he was human. He was a virgin, and he knew that Rosalie was not. Even before she was raped, she'd had sex. She was definitely beautiful - as she said - and somehow, this felt right. The two of them in front of a hotel in the middle of the night, hungry, lustful, and young.
"No," Edward said, struggling again to get out of her reach. Rosalie was getting angry now, and she struck him.
"Stop lying to yourself!" Rosalie shouted, her face contorted as if she were crying. Edward wanted her to be calm, so the humans wouldn't come racing out at her loud voice. So far, they were in the clear, though he could see some people looking out their windows. He wanted to tell them to go inside but Rosalie struck him again, his face hitting the pavement hard.
"I'm not," Edward said.
"Then stop lying to me!" Rosalie cried, striking him again. She slumped over, holding her stomach as her body convulsed. He wanted to comfort her, to soothe her, then she looked up with anger he'd never seen in her eyes. She got up, her heels clicking on the pavement, and put a foot on his chest.
"Fine," Edward said reluctantly, getting up quickly and rushing her up against a wall. He let his lust get the better of him as he fumbled with her dress. Rosalie threw her blonde hair back, laughing a cynical laugh that only made Edward even more mad.
She was only doing it because when Edward was mad, she was turned on. Edward thrusted into her violently, causing her to jolt in surprise, then relax. She looked into his eyes as he pounded her against the wall, his golden eyes holding more pain than she could imagine.
"Fuck," Edward said, looking away from her.
"What?" Rosalie asked. Nobody was around, and if somebody were watching, that was their own damn fault for getting into their business.
"You're too beautiful," Edward said, turning to look back at her. Rosalie grabbed him, kissing him violently and wrapping her legs around him. He struggled to hold her up as he kissed her back. They slid to the floor, Edward pushing her on her back so he could lean over her.
His eyes were anything but gentle as he kissed and rode her, Rosalie helpless in her own lust and needs. Edward didn't care about her; this was his moment, his relief, his release. Rosalie, beautiful Rosalie, would have to wait until next time until it was about her.
Author: slasherfersure
Rating: R
Warning: sex.
Summary: prompt: Edward/Rosalie - pre(or post)-Emmett - vanity vanity - sexy sexy!.
A/N: Written for the Twilight Anonymous Kink Meme. Not very long, only about 500 words - if that.
"Listen," Rosalie screamed at him, running to catch up with him. He was an elusive bastard, not wanting to hear her after she sneaked up behind him and put her hands down his pants. She just wanted to see if she felt something, and boy, she felt something alright. Something great that she hadn't felt with her fiance, ever.
"There's nothing to hear," Edward murmured. Rosalie huffed. He was always the stoic one.
"We're both vampires," Rosalie said.
"I'm aware of that."
"We have forever," she shouted at him. Edward turned around and rushed her against a wall, looking into her dark red eyes. She was still a newborn, born only a year ago. But she was still as beautiful as the day they first saw each other in town when she was a human. He held her hands above her, her blonde hair caught in their hands.
Rosalie was feeling hot as Edward pressed his body against hers. She expected Edward to smirk, to push against her even harder. Wished it, even, but he could read her thoughts. Nothing about him was about giving her what she wanted. Even though he wanted it as well.
"I do not," Edward said, letting her go and backing away. Rosalie didn't fall for it for a second.
"You're always so alone," Rosalie said, jumping on him. They fell to the floor and she straddled him, pushing her full weight on him. She was stronger than him now, lust evident in her eyes.
Edward had never been more turned on in his life. She was perfect. He was perfect. They were perfect together. He shook his head free of those sinful thoughts, trying to buck Rosalie off. It didn't work, and her thoughts turned even more naughty. If he could have, Edward would have blushed.
"Please," Rosalie said, caressing his cheek. "You're so beautiful, and I'm beautiful as well. Just one night, that's all I want. All I need."
Edward needed it as well. As a vampire, he had more needs than when he was human. He was a virgin, and he knew that Rosalie was not. Even before she was raped, she'd had sex. She was definitely beautiful - as she said - and somehow, this felt right. The two of them in front of a hotel in the middle of the night, hungry, lustful, and young.
"No," Edward said, struggling again to get out of her reach. Rosalie was getting angry now, and she struck him.
"Stop lying to yourself!" Rosalie shouted, her face contorted as if she were crying. Edward wanted her to be calm, so the humans wouldn't come racing out at her loud voice. So far, they were in the clear, though he could see some people looking out their windows. He wanted to tell them to go inside but Rosalie struck him again, his face hitting the pavement hard.
"I'm not," Edward said.
"Then stop lying to me!" Rosalie cried, striking him again. She slumped over, holding her stomach as her body convulsed. He wanted to comfort her, to soothe her, then she looked up with anger he'd never seen in her eyes. She got up, her heels clicking on the pavement, and put a foot on his chest.
"Fine," Edward said reluctantly, getting up quickly and rushing her up against a wall. He let his lust get the better of him as he fumbled with her dress. Rosalie threw her blonde hair back, laughing a cynical laugh that only made Edward even more mad.
She was only doing it because when Edward was mad, she was turned on. Edward thrusted into her violently, causing her to jolt in surprise, then relax. She looked into his eyes as he pounded her against the wall, his golden eyes holding more pain than she could imagine.
"Fuck," Edward said, looking away from her.
"What?" Rosalie asked. Nobody was around, and if somebody were watching, that was their own damn fault for getting into their business.
"You're too beautiful," Edward said, turning to look back at her. Rosalie grabbed him, kissing him violently and wrapping her legs around him. He struggled to hold her up as he kissed her back. They slid to the floor, Edward pushing her on her back so he could lean over her.
His eyes were anything but gentle as he kissed and rode her, Rosalie helpless in her own lust and needs. Edward didn't care about her; this was his moment, his relief, his release. Rosalie, beautiful Rosalie, would have to wait until next time until it was about her.