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Drain Me [Twilight]
Title: Drain Me
Fandom: Twilight
Summary: Bella's sexual fantasies are not so conventional after all.
Characters/Pairings: Edward/Bella
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
AN: Written for the "magical creatures" prompt on my bingo card at cliche_bingo.
Word Count: 698
Drain Me
"He could not have said that." Edward's eyebrow rose.
"I was right there in the row behind him. I think I know what he said." Bella picked at a cold french fry, running it through the leftover sauce from her sandwich.
"I cannot believe it. I wish I had been there. Hayden honestly believed he had a shot with you?"
Bella waved another fry. "How did you not know this?"
"I've told you before, Bella, you are a favorite among many of the boys at school. I often catch them imagining." He grimaced.
"Imagining? Imagining what?"
"Sometimes simply that they can win your heart or that they secretly already have. Other times..." Edward hesitated then calmly scanned the noisy Port Angeles grill they-- well, Bella-- was eating in as he spoke. "Other times they imagine things that I still have to imagine, were I indelicate enough to let my mind wander such paths."
"Wait, you imagine things?"
His eyes spun to catch hers quickly. "That isn't what I said."
"Too bad," she grinned, "I was just about to tell you how flattering that was, and how... how strangely beautiful it made me feel."
Edward frowned again, his brow furrowing. "I may do some imagining. It is only natural."
"Uh uh. You already said you didn't."
A playful growl rolled through Edward's throat. Bella bit off the end of a fry and cocked her head, leaning forward. "Do you ever... listen in? On their imaginings?" She wasn't sure if she loved or hated the idea. She wanted more than Edward listening in. She wanted Edward to reach in and snake those fantasies away from her classmates; they belonged to him alone.
His growl grew more menacing and then stopped in a hiss, seemingly as soon as he realized that he'd started. "The..." He huffed, at a rare loss for words. "No. Definitely not. I do what I can to distract them. Ask questions. Throw heavy objects." He smiled rakishly. "In my imaginings, anyway."
Bella huffed. "Boys. You always have sex on the mind."
"Excuse me, but I do not."
"Uh huh. Should I take offense, then?"
"Besides," Edward redirected, "the girls are just as bad."
"The girls fantasize about me too?" Bella's eyes widened.
"Silly Bella. They fantasize about me, of course. And so do a couple of the guys."
"Kurt, I guess," she named the one classmate she knew was gay.
Edward's mouth quirked and he answered, "Not always the people you'd expect."
"Oh." Bella eyed the remaining wet, soggy fries and pushed her plate away from her. "I don't like to think of people fantasizing about you. W-What do they... I mean, when they--"
"Human minds are fairly conventional and unimaginative."
"Gee, thanks," Bella whispered.
Edward chuckled. "You should know by now that you are an exception to everything, love."
"Freak. Right." Bella grinned despite herself. "I'm guessing my fantasies are just as straight forward as theirs, though. Only in mine..."
Edward didn't ask, and Bella looked up and held his gaze a moment. It was implied, hanging between them, that in her fantasies he was rather less human than in those of her classmates. In her dreams, he finished by biting her, by changing her, and the pain became bliss. Sometimes... sometimes she even imagined him draining her, during sex, after, ... before. Once, before. She would never, could never tell him these things. He would be furious, or worse. What was worse than furious? Thirsty. They were fantasies, after all, and if they were to come true... She imagined Edward, beside himself with grief and shame, and she felt herself turning a sickening green. How quickly could he get to Italy? Would he wait that long, even? Maybe he would beg his brothers. Would they--? She shook her head, dropping the thoughts forever, knowing those were sexual fantasies she would never be returning to. She could not separate them from the broken Edward she had just conjured as a consequence.
"Bella," Edward's voice was quiet and strained.
"I'm sorry." She wasn't apologizing for her silence, but for the thoughts that had filled it. He seemed to understand.
He took her hand from across the table and kissed it.
Fandom: Twilight
Summary: Bella's sexual fantasies are not so conventional after all.
Characters/Pairings: Edward/Bella
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
AN: Written for the "magical creatures" prompt on my bingo card at cliche_bingo.
Word Count: 698
Drain Me
"He could not have said that." Edward's eyebrow rose.
"I was right there in the row behind him. I think I know what he said." Bella picked at a cold french fry, running it through the leftover sauce from her sandwich.
"I cannot believe it. I wish I had been there. Hayden honestly believed he had a shot with you?"
Bella waved another fry. "How did you not know this?"
"I've told you before, Bella, you are a favorite among many of the boys at school. I often catch them imagining." He grimaced.
"Imagining? Imagining what?"
"Sometimes simply that they can win your heart or that they secretly already have. Other times..." Edward hesitated then calmly scanned the noisy Port Angeles grill they-- well, Bella-- was eating in as he spoke. "Other times they imagine things that I still have to imagine, were I indelicate enough to let my mind wander such paths."
"Wait, you imagine things?"
His eyes spun to catch hers quickly. "That isn't what I said."
"Too bad," she grinned, "I was just about to tell you how flattering that was, and how... how strangely beautiful it made me feel."
Edward frowned again, his brow furrowing. "I may do some imagining. It is only natural."
"Uh uh. You already said you didn't."
A playful growl rolled through Edward's throat. Bella bit off the end of a fry and cocked her head, leaning forward. "Do you ever... listen in? On their imaginings?" She wasn't sure if she loved or hated the idea. She wanted more than Edward listening in. She wanted Edward to reach in and snake those fantasies away from her classmates; they belonged to him alone.
His growl grew more menacing and then stopped in a hiss, seemingly as soon as he realized that he'd started. "The..." He huffed, at a rare loss for words. "No. Definitely not. I do what I can to distract them. Ask questions. Throw heavy objects." He smiled rakishly. "In my imaginings, anyway."
Bella huffed. "Boys. You always have sex on the mind."
"Excuse me, but I do not."
"Uh huh. Should I take offense, then?"
"Besides," Edward redirected, "the girls are just as bad."
"The girls fantasize about me too?" Bella's eyes widened.
"Silly Bella. They fantasize about me, of course. And so do a couple of the guys."
"Kurt, I guess," she named the one classmate she knew was gay.
Edward's mouth quirked and he answered, "Not always the people you'd expect."
"Oh." Bella eyed the remaining wet, soggy fries and pushed her plate away from her. "I don't like to think of people fantasizing about you. W-What do they... I mean, when they--"
"Human minds are fairly conventional and unimaginative."
"Gee, thanks," Bella whispered.
Edward chuckled. "You should know by now that you are an exception to everything, love."
"Freak. Right." Bella grinned despite herself. "I'm guessing my fantasies are just as straight forward as theirs, though. Only in mine..."
Edward didn't ask, and Bella looked up and held his gaze a moment. It was implied, hanging between them, that in her fantasies he was rather less human than in those of her classmates. In her dreams, he finished by biting her, by changing her, and the pain became bliss. Sometimes... sometimes she even imagined him draining her, during sex, after, ... before. Once, before. She would never, could never tell him these things. He would be furious, or worse. What was worse than furious? Thirsty. They were fantasies, after all, and if they were to come true... She imagined Edward, beside himself with grief and shame, and she felt herself turning a sickening green. How quickly could he get to Italy? Would he wait that long, even? Maybe he would beg his brothers. Would they--? She shook her head, dropping the thoughts forever, knowing those were sexual fantasies she would never be returning to. She could not separate them from the broken Edward she had just conjured as a consequence.
"Bella," Edward's voice was quiet and strained.
"I'm sorry." She wasn't apologizing for her silence, but for the thoughts that had filled it. He seemed to understand.
He took her hand from across the table and kissed it.