A/N: Once upon a time, there were two little girls named silvertwi and SorceressCirce…
*grins* I’ve known of silvertwi for some time now, but I officially “met” her when she and I were both bidding on naelany in the Support Stacie Author Auction and decided to band together. We won, and the resulting one-shot called “This Boy” was amazing and had me begging for more.
When I learned that silvertwi’s birthday was today, I decided I wanted to write a little something, and the most obvious choice seemed to be “This Boy”…even though the story wasn’t really mine to begin with. So here I am, borrowing those boys and posting this little birthday gift on naelany’s profile so that the boys’ story stays all neatly wrapped together.
Silvertwi, sweetie, these are for you! I hope you have an amazing birthday and enjoy this little peek into Seth’s head. I talked to naelany about him, and she gave me the prompts as well as double checking that this is indeed how his story goes. I’m thinking we might need to bid the next time she goes up for auction…what do you think? Love you, bb!
Special thanks to naelany for providing the prompts, letting me borrow her boys for a bit, and agreeing to post this on her profile with the other parts of their story.
I know it isn’t much time, not in the grand scheme of things, but it was all I could make myself wait after hearing that they had broken up. I’d been interested in Edward since I met him, but I hadn’t made a move, always thinking I had plenty of time.
Then he met Jasper, and I missed my chance.
That won’t happen again.
I run my fingers through my hair as I walk to his door and knock.
His eyes flash with surprise, his smile hiding some of the hurt I see.
His warm lips roam my jaw, his breath hot on my ear as he whispers, “I want you.”
I smile, my eyes drifting closed as Edward presses me back onto the couch, his hard body settling over mine.
I can feel his long, thick length hardening even through our jeans, and I am in awe at how natural it is to be with him. There was never any awkwardness, never that stuttering dance of how much was too much.
There is only desire and affection and what I hope is love.
“Let’s go to your room,” his husky voice murmurs.
My lips taste the salt of Edward’s skin as they explore his neck. His body is moving in time with mine as the bass thumps around us. We are fluid, graceful.
And then, it stops.
I know the moment Jasper enters the room – not because I see him, but because Edward’s movements are stilted and halting. He is no longer with me. My arms are around him, but his heart is elsewhere.
With the man who just walked in, the man who has always held him in every way.
Before he says it, I know.
I must let him go.
I hold my paper coffee cup in both hands as I stare at the white plastic top. I hear a babble of voices, but I can’t be bothered to see who’s around me.
I’ve started every morning like this.
Forty-four mornings of coffee alone since Edward returned to Jasper.
A chair scrapes the tile at my table, startling me. A handsome man smiles down at me; I feel my heart thump wildly as he says, “You look like you could use these.”
He sets a plate of chocolate chip cookies down on the table and takes a seat. “I’m Embry.”
“Do you want me, Seth?” Embry breathes, breaking our kiss just long enough to utter the words before returning his lips to mine.
I can’t answer, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pull him closer, trying to make him understand without ending this intense connection between us. I want him. I need him. What I felt for Edward is a pale shadow in comparison to the electricity arcing between the two of us, and I feel alive.
“Because I want you,” he murmurs, his lips teasing my ear. “Please say I can have you…”
“God, yes,” I whisper.