Stolen
For weeks, it’s been the same pattern: stolen glances, knowing smiles, fleeting touches in passing.
Nothing changes.
Every day, I long for him. Every night, I dream.
I want him – crave him.
He knows it, too. I think.
Another party.
I resign myself to never fulfilling that need and just get drunk.
The evening wears on.
Refilling my beer, I freeze.
Heat radiates my body.
My breath hitches as I feel his breath fan across my neck at his whisper. “Finally you’re alone…”
I turn, confused.
Taking my hand, he lifts it to his lips, murmuring, “What’s your name, darlin’?”
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Knocking on his door, I wait until I hear his distracted, “Come in,” before entering his study.
I barely manage to keep from chuckling at the sight before me.
His hair is disheveled, glasses askew. Papers are strewn across every inch of workspace. Scattered across those are various bits and bobs I’m not sure I could identify.
Placing the tray of tea and biscuits on the small side table, I lean against the desk, my fingers combing through his blond curls.
He looks up, smiling apologetically.
I grin. “I figured you wouldn’t come up for air on your own, so…”
Trap
It’s almost too easy.
Contacts to hide the red eyes.
A crooked smile.
A roving glance.
A wave of desire so strong that it cancels out their inherent sense of danger enough for me to go in for the kill.
Literally, and figuratively.
I take pleasure from my kills – in every way.
This time is no different as I lead the unassuming brunette away. It’s as if she has no sense of self-preservation.
“What’s your name, Sugar?” I purr, trailing a finger along her jaw.
She shivers. “Bella.”
Skimming my nose along her neck, I inhale her bouquet.
She’s mine!
Under
“No! Please! Stop…”
I whimper, covering my ears in a vain attempt to block out the sound. It doesn’t matter. I can’t shut off my memories, as I hear them all again. Begging. Pleading for me to not take their life. Praying to a God I no longer believe in for salvation.
Despair.
Agony.
Betrayal.
So many emotions – too many. I envy my victims as I ache for the release I grant them. At least there is an end for them, where I am forced to live through their torture for eternity.
Every kill I sink further, drowning in emotion.
Wander
Walking through these halls and seeing all the displays is like touching history. Even I can recognize that. For me, though, the true excitement comes from watching his rapture as he takes everything in.
Every few paces, he stops to read a plaque or point out something of particular interest to him. His face lights up with each new discovery, and his eagerness to share his delight is endearing to me.
He twines our fingers, pulling me to him. “Thank you for this, Edward,” he murmurs before kissing me softly.
Cupping his cheek, I smile. “You’re welcome, Jazz. Happy birthday.”
Thanks to OnTheTurningAway for beta’ing.
As ever, I don’t own Twilight, it owns me.
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I know how much you loved these boys last year, and they had more to say so I brought them back, just for you. Hope you enjoy!
Thanks to kimberlycullen10 and fiberkitty for beta’ing. Thanks to stolenxsanity and bmango for pre-reading.
As ever, I don’t own Twilight – I just like messing with the boys 😉
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A car honked at me as I wove around a bicycle, narrowly avoiding an accident, and I let out a deep whoosh of air. Great, Edward, that would be perfect, getting into an accident tonight of all nights. Keep your wits about you!
Alice’s exasperated sigh sounded through my earpiece. “Yes, Edward, I’m sure. Marcus has everything set up, and Angela is set to have her ‘accident’. We’re all ready, brother dearest, you just need to get your ass here and calm down.” I sighed, nodding even though she couldn’t see me. “I know…I’m sorry, Ali. I just-““Oh shit, there he is,” she hissed in my ear. “Edward Anthony, you be careful out there. Everything’ll be fine. Love you!”
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These boys wanted to give you a little love of their own, so I hope
that they can help make your day extra special.
Thanks to SorceressCirce for prompts and beta’ing.
As always, the boys own me, not the other way around.
ooOooSummary: Linebacker Emmett had everything he wanted – great college, great future – but he kept his greatest want a secret until the day his desire sacked his fear.
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“C’mon, Edward, you can do this… come on…”
My eyes keep flickering between the scoreboard – tied at twelve – and my boy. The last game of the season is riding on him now. Time’s up, so if he misses this kick, we’re in overtime.
I know he can do this, though. No one’s a better placekicker than my Edward.
Biting my lip, I sigh. No one knows he’s my boy, and that’s something that I aim to change after today.
The whole stadium erupts into loud cheers as the ball sails right between the posts.
We rush the field in chaos. Continue reading
GirlNorth wrote a lovely rec for Serendipity for the TwiWrite Headquarters’ Sexy Slashy Saturday segment! Go check it out! I’m seriously all blushy over all the love I’ve been getting recently. Thanks you guys!