A better question would've been, did Edward CARE that Dawn wouldn't get off that easily?
No. He really didn't.
In his normal state, the answer would've been different. But right now? Not for a second. Dawn moaned, and he smiled to himself, and when she moved his hand, he let her.
"That's not what I asked," he hissed. Even as he said it, his fingers slid down over Dawn's, past her hand, and over the part of her that would get her off. Very slowly. He was teasing her.
Her thoughts were a tangle, and they made the smile stay where it was. The phrase pretty fucking hot was getting tossed around a lot inside her head. Edward bit at her shoulder as he moved, lowering his eyes. "How," he asked again, teeth sliding along the smooth skin of her shoulder, "does it feel?"
Closing her eyes, Dawn just moaned, a small cry escaping her lips every time Edward's fingers brushed over her. Her fingers scrabbled to find purchase on the dark tiled wall, her thighs chilled where they were pressed against the cool porcelain of the sink. But no matter. Edward was everywhere, she felt like she was melting into him, like her skin was electrified and every touch was crackling with energy. She could play this game.
She was caught somewhere between a moan and a laugh, trying to make sense of the thoughts in her head, wondering what to tell him. Why did he insist on talking? As if he needed any more compliments to stroke his ego.
"Ohh... don't you know?" At the end of the sentence, her parted lips curled into a smile, full of abandon. "Can't you just... read my mind?" She laughed. Ooh, it feels great, baby, fucking great. She could add a porn star shriek for good measure, if he wanted. She opened her eyes again, finding his face in the mirror, her want amped by watching his.
Edward closed his eyes and felt a shudder start at the base of his spine, moving upward and out with every movement he made. Even in his current state, he wouldn't claim to be an expert on sex--but he knew this was good. Better than it was supposed to be the first time.
Ohh... don't you know? He smiled at her, in the mirror, and said nothing. Of course he knew, that was the entire fucking point. It was impossible not to smile back at her, the way she was looking at him. ...fucking great...
The thought about the shriek wasn't lost, either. Edward chuckled. And he realized Dawn was watching him in the mirror. Watching how he reacted to her body. Her vampires wouldn't even reflect. How fascinating. In between that thought and the next was a blank space of nothingness. Everything Edward was doing was catching up with him.
Dawn was catching up with him. The way she felt... this time he couldn't fight back a moan. And he couldn't help that his movements became a little bit harder.
It was definitely better than it was supposed to be the first time. Dawn silently congratulated herself (and Edward, who was almost certainly listening in), although it wasn't like she'd done anything in particular to achieve it. Just got lucky. Very lucky.
She also filed away the knowledge that he could read her mind in intimate moments. Right up there with the nervous breakdown and end of the world. But that was something to think about later, when she wasn't bent over a sink at the Bronze, wearing nothing but four-inch pumps and bruises on her hips and thighs. She wondered what they looked like from the side. Hell, she almost wanted someone to walk in on them, just to see their reaction
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No.
He really didn't.
In his normal state, the answer would've been different. But right now? Not for a second. Dawn moaned, and he smiled to himself, and when she moved his hand, he let her.
"That's not what I asked," he hissed. Even as he said it, his fingers slid down over Dawn's, past her hand, and over the part of her that would get her off. Very slowly. He was teasing her.
Her thoughts were a tangle, and they made the smile stay where it was. The phrase pretty fucking hot was getting tossed around a lot inside her head. Edward bit at her shoulder as he moved, lowering his eyes. "How," he asked again, teeth sliding along the smooth skin of her shoulder, "does it feel?"
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She was caught somewhere between a moan and a laugh, trying to make sense of the thoughts in her head, wondering what to tell him. Why did he insist on talking? As if he needed any more compliments to stroke his ego.
"Ohh... don't you know?" At the end of the sentence, her parted lips curled into a smile, full of abandon. "Can't you just... read my mind?" She laughed. Ooh, it feels great, baby, fucking great. She could add a porn star shriek for good measure, if he wanted. She opened her eyes again, finding his face in the mirror, her want amped by watching his.
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Ohh... don't you know? He smiled at her, in the mirror, and said nothing. Of course he knew, that was the entire fucking point. It was impossible not to smile back at her, the way she was looking at him. ...fucking great...
The thought about the shriek wasn't lost, either. Edward chuckled. And he realized Dawn was watching him in the mirror. Watching how he reacted to her body. Her vampires wouldn't even reflect. How fascinating. In between that thought and the next was a blank space of nothingness. Everything Edward was doing was catching up with him.
Dawn was catching up with him. The way she felt... this time he couldn't fight back a moan. And he couldn't help that his movements became a little bit harder.
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She also filed away the knowledge that he could read her mind in intimate moments. Right up there with the nervous breakdown and end of the world. But that was something to think about later, when she wasn't bent over a sink at the Bronze, wearing nothing but four-inch pumps and bruises on her hips and thighs. She wondered what they looked like from the side. Hell, she almost wanted someone to walk in on them, just to see their reaction ( ... )
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