Better Things

Chapter 14

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, you all!  Once again, this is the "PG-13" version of this chapter.  You know where to find the "R" one, and I ask that you be 18 to read it.  

Man, I'm having issues today.  First FF was down and from what I've been gathering, this site isn't letting everyone read this chapter.  So I deleted it, and I'm reposting it.  Hopefully, it works.  

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By nine, I was done with one of my papers, and I'd gotten the second one about seventy percent done, so I figured that was good enough.  I was craving Edward, and it almost scared me how much I wanted to be with him.  Alice had finished her project as well, and she wanted to spend some time with Jasper, so she went up to their room, telling me she'd send Edward down.  As soon as she left, I ran my brush quickly through my hair and made sure I didn't look too horrendous.  Before Edward came into my life, I never spent much time caring what I looked like.  Not that I walked around looking like a hobo or anything, but I just never worried what I looked like.  Now, I was more conscious of how I dressed.

There was a knock on the door, and I beamed when I opened it and let Edward in.  The second I closed the door, Edward had me pushed up against it, his mouth on mine.  You would have thought we hadn't seen each other in weeks as opposed to hours.  My fingers were in his hair as his hands gripped my hips tightly, and I could feel how hard he was.  That only made me want him more, and I tugged on the strands of hair between my fingers as my tongue dueled with his for dominance.

We kissed fiercely, nipped at lips, and slid tongues against one another until we finally needed to breathe.  Slowly, we broke apart, and I couldn't help but smile at him as I leaned in for one more kiss.  Of course, that kiss led to more kisses, and eventually, we managed to make it to my bed where I collapsed on it, and Edward covered my body with his. 

"Is this okay?" Edward asked, rising up a bit on his elbows so he wasn't pressed right up against me.

"Yes," I said, reaching up and tugging him back to where he'd been.  I loved the way he felt against me, and I wasn't worried that we'd take things too far. 

He lowered himself back down before kissing me, and I got lost in his kisses again.  At some point during our make out session, he rolled onto his side, and I groaned at the loss of him.  However, he propped himself up on an elbow and brought a hand to my stomach.  It seemed as if we were going to pick up where we'd left off the night Jasper had interrupted us, and I was perfectly okay with that.

After an hour of making out and exploring, we cuddled for a few more minutes before Edward told me he needed to clean up.  He dashed into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later with a pair of wadded up boxers.  He gave me a sheepish grin as he told me they'd become uncomfortable to wear.

"You can't just walk up to your room with your boxers in your hands," I said with a grin.  "Can you imagine what Jasper would say?"

Edward let out a snort.  "Yeah, I can just imagine what he'd say, and heaven forbid that Emmett find out."

Shuddering at the thought of Emmett finding out about the activities that Edward and I had gotten up to, I grabbed my laundry basket out of the closet and told him to toss them in there.

"Are you sure?" he asked. 

"Yeah, it's no big deal.  I have to do laundry later this week anyway," I told him, acting like it was no big deal that I was going to wash his boxers, but to me, it was a big deal.  This whole night had been a big step in our relationship.