Just One Night (M)
• pairing: Edwin/Edward Elric x Winry Rockbell
• rating: M/18+
• type/genre: smut, fluff, ~one-night stand/marathon sex
• word count: 5.5k
• summary: A night out clubbing with her friends takes a fun and sexy turn when Winry meets a blond, hot guy on the dance floor and they decide to take things somewhere more private. But, by the end of the night, what was supposed to be a one-night stand clearly isn’t.
• contains: explicit language, explicit sexual content, multiple sex positions, multiple orgasms, oral (both m and f receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, protected sex
• note: A commission for @random-rave. Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy it!
ffn || ao3
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Winry
I hold my breath as I down the shot placed in front of me, my eyes instantly watering as it burns down my throat. I swallow but keep my head tilted back as I blink a few times to control my tears. Thank God for waterproof mascara.
“I think I should probably switch to water for a little while,” I say softly to myself.
“What? Why?” Rose picks up the fruity drink in front of her and takes a long sip from the straw.
I’m shocked she heard me over the noise in here, so I don’t answer at first.
“Why what?” Paninya asks loudly from the other side of her.
“Winry is quitting on us.”
“WHAT?” Pan slides off of her stool, sways for a second, and then moves into the space between me and Rose. “Finals are over, Winry. They’re OVER. So you can have fun now. You promised me you’d have fun, so why are you talking about quitting?”
“I didn’t say I was quitting,” I explain quickly. “I just said I might want to switch to water. FOR A LITTLE WHILE,” I add rapidly at her expression. “We’re going to be drinking all night, and I don’t want to be wasted before it even starts.”
“Mmm…” She eyes me carefully, and I sigh.
“I’m not going home, okay? And you two can keep drinking without me, but I have reasons to stay at least somewhat sober.”
Rose drinks another drink and swallows before she nods at me.
“She wants a dick.”
“Rose!” I hiss at her.
“Shut up,” Paninya says excitedly. “You’re looking to hook up tonight?”
“This is why I wasn’t going to tell you,” I mutter.
“How were you not going to tell us? We would need to know if you left with some guy. Otherwise, we’d think something might’ve happened to you. Which would ruin my night of celebration.”
“Sorry. I…guess I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Forget it. This calls for another shot.”
She waves over the bartender, loudly ordering another round for the three of us, completely and intentionally ignoring my request for water, and I reach over and take Rose’s pink drink.
“Oh my God this is amazing,” I whisper.
“Isn’t it? Careful, though, if you’re trying not to get wasted. The alcohol in these things sneaks up on you.”
“Good to know.”
After I down the fresh shot, Paninya drags me onto the dance floor, where we dance with each other and with some guys and with Rose…until one of the guys tries to pull Rose’s top down and Paninya knees him in his special place. While Handsy-guy is whimpering on the ground, I quickly pull Pan away and out the front door before she can do anymore damage, leaving Rose to settle our tab.
“You can’t be violent with every guy who touches one of us,” I remind my still-seething friend as we move to the next club for the night.
“There’s a difference between consensual dance floor touching and what that guy was doing, okay? You don’t see any of us trying to shove our hands down their pants to feel their balls.”
“Only because you haven’t drunk enough yet,” a surprise voice speaks up from behind us.
Rose squeals and I flinch, my heart skipping a beat as a dark figure in a tight dress emerges from the shadows.
“Touché,” Pan replies to Lan Fan, shaking her head as she slides her arm around our friend’s waist.
“Lan Fan, you could’ve called to let us know you made it,” I hiss. “We didn’t even notice you were there.”
“That was kind of the idea,” she grins. “Anyway, are we going clubbing or what? I want to get drunk and get home before Ling falls asleep.”
“Mm. Are you planning to kneel for your Young Lord tonight?” Pan raises her eyebrows suggestively.
“Maybe,” Lan Fan answers without blinking. “But remember, I get as good as I give.”
“As you should.” Pan grins for a split second before we turn the corner, and she sees the line at the club. “Fuck.”
“Hey, don’t worry,” Lan Fan says confidently, moving to the front of our group. “I got this.”
She leads the way to the bouncer checking IDs at the door and waves him over. We watch in wonder as he spots her and visibly sighs before jerking his head to another guy in all black to take his place as he walks over to us.
“I thought I told you I couldn’t do you anymore favors,” he says tightly.
“And I thought my boyfriend saved your ass at that underground fight last month.”
“Shit.” He shuts his eyes and winces as he motions for us to follow him.
Once we’re inside, Paninya sighs and loops her arm around Lan Fan’s shoulders. “You’re amazing, you know that? So is Ling. Remind me to thank him the next time I see him.”
“I really don’t think that’s necessary,” Lan Fan sighs. “He’ll be plenty appreciated tonight.”
Rose snorts and covers her face quickly as we approach the bar.
“Ok, ladies,” Pan announces as we find seats. “First round is on me.”
After two shots of straight Tequila and a sip of Rose’s new, different, and delicious fruit drink, I slide off my stool and head for the dance floor.
“Hey!” Pan calls after me, and I turn around.
“Yeah?”
“If you decide to leave with someone, send me a text, okay?”
“Okay.” I nod to her and then she disappears from view as I move deeper into the throng.
It doesn’t take long for me to get lost in the scene around me—the bass of the music vibrating through me, the alcohol in my veins, the sweating, pulsating crowd around me. It’s like a pocket outside of time. I don’t dance as much as relax and follow the feeling. I brush against people as I move, some of them guys and some not. I’m not worried about them. Or about anything.
Suddenly, I feel hands on my shoulders, sliding down my arms. I glance over my shoulder and see a flash of blonde and black leather. The hands move lower, abandoning my arms and gripping my hips, which is when I realize one of them is metal.
“Wait,” I whisper, “what–”
“Dance with me.”
The voice is rough and so close I can feel his breath on the side of my neck. I shift my eyes toward it and find deep gold irises looking back at me.
“Please,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear.
My eyes close and heat races up my neck.
“Okay.”
I find the beat of the music again and move with it, pulling him with me and reaching one hand up behind me to find his neck and pull his face against mine. I turn in his arms and slide my other hand up his chest, panting into his ear as I sway my hips in his hands.
It’s as if the rest of the room disappears and it’s just us. Me and this golden-eyed stranger moving in sync with each other.
His hands slide up my back as he sucks on my neck. I turn back instantly in his arms just in time for his fingers to find my breasts. He grins against me as he squeezes them, and my back arches as a whimper slips past my lips. I feel him groan as my ass presses against the hard bulge in his pants. One of his arms drops down and locks around my lower stomach, holding me against him. I shift in time with the music, my ass rubbing against him, and he hisses in my ear. I bite my lip and slowly begin grinding on him. His mouth moves to my shoulder where he begins sucking as he holds me tighter against him.
“Fuck, fuck!” he pulls away from me suddenly, and I almost lose my balance.
“What? Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” he says firmly, a vein in his neck throbbing.
People around us stop and stare, and I feel my face flushing.
“Do you…” He moves closer to me, his metal hand sliding around my waist as he presses his lips to my ear. “Do you want to get out of here?”
“Absolutely,” I breathe.
“Perfect. Let’s go.”
I grab my phone out of the holster on my thigh and send a fast text to Paninya as he leads me through the crowd and out the door. We barely make it around the corner before he pins me to a nearby brick wall and starts kissing me.
Oh God, he kisses the way his voice sounds, deep and rough. I never want him to stop.
“What’s your name?” he gasps in between kisses as he tilts his head the other way.
“Name?”
“Yeah. You have a name, right?” He (sadly) stops kissing me and tilts his head down so his lips are so close that we’re almost kissing but not quite.
“Winry,” I whisper.
“Fuck, even her name is sexy,” he whispers as his head drops back.
“What?” I laugh nervously.
He thinks my name is sexy?
“I’m Edward,” he mutters.
“Edward?”
“Or Ed,” he adds quickly. “My hotel is around the corner.”
“Oh, good.” I nod, my head spinning with kisses and alcohol and the residual feeling of the club.
“You still want to do this, right?”
He’s giving me a chance to back out? That is so considerate, and also so hot. If anything, I want to fuck him more now.
“Oh yeah,” I whisper, reaching up to the ornamental yet also functional zipper that runs the front of my dress and slowly inching it down.
His eyes darken and widen as the fabric holding my breasts loosens. He watches without blinking as I continue to unzip it. I stop breathing as I watch him watch me. My lungs are burning, and I feel hot and cold and a little bit crazy. I mean, I don’t do this. I don’t just meet a guy and then flash him in an alley half an hour later. But even if I am crazy, I still want to do this.
I gasp when his hand reaches out and grabs my wrist. I glance down to see the edges of my areolas peeking over the black fabric. An inch lower and he’d be looking at my nipples.
“You don’t have to do that here,” he murmurs, his own voice brusque with need.
“If you want me to stop, you’re going to have to kiss me again,” I say without thinking.
“I don’t want you to stop,” he admits, lifting his left hand so one finger traces the edge of the fabric across the swell of my mostly-exposed breast. I swallow a whimper, and his other hand squeezes mine on my zipper. “That said, I don’t want anyone else but me to see it.”
“How far did you say your hotel was?” I lick my lips.
He grins and kisses me again hard and fast, his hand forcing mine to rezip my zipper before he pulls me down the sidewalk.
We enter the hotel through a side door using his keycard, and I follow him up the stairs to the second floor. It takes him a second to get the door unlocked, and while he’s struggling with it, I hug him from behind, sucking on the skin behind his ear while my fingers start working his belt buckle.
“Fuck,” he groans as the lock clicks, finally.
As soon as the door is closed, our hands are all over each other. The need to be naked and for him to be naked is overwhelming. I’m shoving off his jacket while he’s tugging at my zipper. I throw the heap of leather on the floor at the same time my dress slips down to my waist. I gasp at the sudden breeze on my bare skin at the same time he makes a feral noise.
“Holy shit,” he groans, pulling his shirt off with one hand over his shoulder.
At the sight of his exposed chest, my mouth begins to water.
I reach for his belt again, finishing what I started outside and making short work of his fly. I’m shoving his pants down at the same time he starts pushing the material of my dress over the flare of my hips. The swollen tip of his dick slips out of his underwear, and I shift my weight, my pussy squeezing acutely.
Suddenly, my dress drops to my ankles, and I let out a soft whimper as the cool air touches everything.
“Fuck, I got your panties too,” he says softly.
I bite my lip as I yank hard as his pants, my thighs clenched tight. His whole cock springs free, and I moan a swear word.
“Turn around,” he commands suddenly.
“What?” I blink, my eyes lifting from his dick to his face.
“Turn…around,” he repeats slowly, grabbing my hips and twisting them, so I almost trip on my discarded dress and end up with my back to him, facing a wide dresser with a long mirror.
“Oh my God,” I whisper.
“Put your hands on the dresser,” he murmurs, his fingers sliding up my sides, making me shiver. “And spread your legs more.”
“O-okay,” I gasp as I do it, the open, vulnerable position making me wetter instantly.
I bite my lip as I watch him in the reflection, whimpering when of his hands curls around my breast, the other lifting a condom wrapper to his lips before he tears it open with his teeth.
He lets me go, but moves closer, the hair on his thighs brushing the backs of mine. I see him roll the condom on and toss the foil away. He bends over me, and I stop breathing as his lips land on my neck.
“You’re really okay with this?”
“Ed,” I hiss, “I’m drunk and horny and bent over a dresser in nothing but my heels. Please just fuck me already.”
He blinks at me in the mirror, his face stunned.
I frown and rock my hips back, a sharp cry escaping my lips when I feel his hot, solid cock against my ass.
“Shit!” he bites out as his metal hand lands next to mine on the dresser.
“I didn’t come back to this hotel to stand here all night,” I say softly, desperation slowly leaking into my voice.
“Okay, okay, I got it.”
I open my mouth to say something else and choke on my words when his entire shaft drives into me.
He groans a very low, “fuuuuck,” in my ear at the same time a soft whimper slips past my lips, my pussy squeezing around him. He moves his hand slides around my thigh over my hip and up my ribs, curling around my breast. I tip my ass, swallowing a whine as his huge length moves inside me.
“Don’t stop, Ed,” I gasp, my eyes meeting his in the mirror.
He nods slightly before pulling out and sliding back in. He doesn’t pause before he does it again. And again, slowly increasing his speed, his grip tightening on my chest.
“Harder,” I cry out, my back arching as he rams into me. “Yes!”
His fingertips pull at my tight nipple, and my head flies back.
“Oh my God!” My eyes flutter shut, and I bite my lips, trying to force my orgasm to build faster.
“Are you close?” he rasps in my ear, his chest brushing my back.
“Almost. I—I… I need–”
“Look in the mirror,” he commands urgently, his thrusts getting sharper. “Watch.”
I force my eyes open and tilt my head down, looking at his face.
“Not me,” he hisses. “Us.”
I feel lick my face as I shift my gaze lower to where he’s thrusting into me, making my body jerk with his movements. He continues to pound into me as I watch his hand move lower, down over my belly, along my inner thigh, right to my—
A fresh rush of wetness floods between my legs before he gets there, and suddenly I know I’m going to come hard, and I panic. I open my mouth to tell him to stop or wait or—
His finger brushes my clit, and I stop breathing. He rubs it harder, and I come instantly, a desperate scream tearing out of my throat as my head flies back and my pussy convulses wildly around his cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants harshly between gritted teeth as his hips pound into me.
Then I feel it, his cock twitching inside me as my walls shudder around it. His forehead lands on my back for a second, and I feel his short breaths against my skin before he lifts it and meets my eyes in the mirror.
“You okay?” he asks softly.
“I’m…great.” I nod. “Are you… Do you want to stop?”
“Fuck no,” he growls. “Take off your shoes. I’ll be back in a second.”
He pulls out quickly, and I swallow a moan at the loss of him. On shaky legs, I reach down and undo the tiny buckles on my tall strappy sandals while he deals with the (first) condom.
I’m still catching my breath when he comes back, dropping a handful of fresh condoms on the dresser beside me.
“Are we not going to the bed now?” I ask, looking at the contraceptive pile.
“Not yet.” He grins and grabs me at my waist.
I squeal as he lifts me and sets my naked ass on the dresser.
“Ed, what are we–”
“Midnight snack,” he smirks up at me as he drops to his knees and spreads my legs wide.
“I—wait, are you–”
He’s still smirking when his mouth lands on my pussy and starts sucking hard. My hands go behind me to brace myself as he licks the length of me, the tip of his tongue flicking across my clit.
Oh God. I’m too sensitive for this. I can’t—
“Ed, I’m gonna come!”
“What?” His head pops up in surprise, and I glare at him.
“What the fuck, Ed! Don’t stop!”
“Sorry,” he mumbles.
His tongue drives into my pussy, and I whimper, my hand driving into his long hair, holding him against me as my hips buck against his face.
He says something I can’t make out, and I’m so close to orgasming again, I kind of ignore it. That is until his arm curls around my thigh and his thumb presses down hard on my clit.
“Edward!”
I come hard, directly into his mouth, which only makes it hotter and last longer. When I’m finally coming down, he sits back on his heels and takes a few deep breaths.
“Now,” he announces, climbing to his feet, “we can go to the bed.”
“I need a second,” I croak.
I think if I come much more I might lose my voice, but I don’t say that.
“You okay?”
“I can’t…feel my legs,” I confess.
He grins very smugly, and I’m annoyed that it’s also really hot.
“Just help me down.”
He curls an arm around my waist and sets me on the floor. I press my lips together when I notice he’s already hard again. I couldn’t really study his dick before because I only saw it for a second, but seeing it now, angry, red, visibly throbbing… I just came, but I’m already wet again.
“Did you like your snack?” I whisper as he leads the way to the bed, after grabbing the condoms off the dresser.
“Fucking delicious.”
“That’s good.” I nod finding it a little difficult to walk straight.
“Do you need a minute?”
“Actually…” I approach the edge of the bed and grab his shoulders, turning and shoving them at the same time so he lands sitting on the edge of the mattress. “I need my own snack.”
His eyes widen as I drop to my knees in front of him, and he reaches out a hand and covers his junk.
“What?” I frown at him. “Is something wrong?”
“No, I just–”
“You don’t have some kind of dick piercing or something do you?”
He flushes, and for a second, I get a little excited.
“Of course not,” he looks away from me. “I just…I mean, are you sure?”
Okay he’s way too good at sex to be this nice, right?
“Move your hand, Ed,” I tell him softly.
He looks reluctant, but does what I say, moving it to grab the edge of the mattress.
Damn, his dick is big. I mean, it felt that big when he was fucking me, but looking at it…
I move fast, licking it all over to elevate friction—my mouth is watering, so it doesn’t take long. As soon as every inch is glistening, I reach out and rub my thumb over the tip, spreading his precum around the satiny, swollen head.
And then I take it all in my mouth at once.
He cries out a swear word and his back arches, forcing more of his huge shaft in between my lips and down my throat. I feel tears welling up in my eyes, but I ignore them, focusing on breathing as I move over him, pressing my lips against him as I glide down and sucking hard as I lift up. I keep my tongue on him as much as I can.
His hips start bucking, and I grip his knee to keep from being knocked on my ass.
“Winry,” he chokes. “I think…”
I drop down again, sucking hard, until my lips kiss his balls.
His fingers tangle in my hair, holding my face to his crotch as I deep throat him. I pull back again and do it again, sucking as hard as I can. At the same time, I reach out with one hand and squeeze his sensitive sack.
He comes instantly, hot spurts hitting the back of my throat. I listen to him moaning and swearing as I swallow.
As soon as he stops, I slide off of him, taking several deep breaths.
“Holy fuck,” he winces. “That was…”
I stand, wincing at the pain in my knees, and climb on top of him, straddling his thighs.
“I give as good as I get,” I tell him.
“I’m gonna need a minute,” he grunts.
I’ll bet, considering I just squeezed him dry.
“That’s okay,” I murmur, dropping my lips to the skin behind his ear. “There are plenty of other parts of you I want my mouth on besides your dick.”
“Oh yeah?” His eyebrows rise, and he moves us suddenly, flipping me onto my back. “Well, two can play that game.”
Before I can protest, he pulls us further onto the bed, so we’re all the way on it but still sideways to the pillows. He doesn’t miss a beat before grabbing both my hands and forcing them over my head where he grips them both in his metal one.
“Hey, no fair,” I whine.
“You can have your turn in a minute,” he promises with a smirk before his lips land on mine.
Oh God, I forgot how much I like his kisses. I mean, I only met him a few hours ago, but it feels like… It feels like I was made to kiss him. Or he was made to kiss me. Whatever, his kisses are phenomenal.
He stops, and I immediately miss it.
“I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you dancing alone.”
“What?”
His lips drop to my neck, and he licks a slow line along the curve, over my collarbone, and down between my breasts.
Oh my God. How is this hotter than when he was going down on me?
When he looks up at me again, I’m panting.
“Ed, please.” I shift restlessly under him. “I want to touch you.”
“Not yet.”
He drops his head again, and suddenly his tongue darts out and flicks the tip of my nipple. My back instantly arches, forcing my breasts upward and directly into his mouth. I moan as he sucks on it, his tongue swirling around the peak. I whimper his name, but he shakes his head, releasing me with a wet sound before repeating it all on the other side.
Everything he’s doing is making me wetter by the second. His teeth catch on my nipple, and my hips buck off the bed as I swear his name.
“Fuck, so responsive,” he mutters.
“I need to touch you,” I hiss, writhing under him, pulling at my hands still held tightly in his metal one.
“I’m not done touching you first,” he says softly, his eyes flickering sinfully.
“But I want–”
He raises an eyebrow, and my throat locks up as I register the feel of his fingers trailing down my side, over my hip, and down my inner thigh…and then up again.
“Breathe, Winry,” he suggests with pure sex in his voice.
I nod, but don’t breathe. I moan instead when his fingertips slide through my wetness.
“This is torture,” I whine when he does it again.
He grins at me, and I want to hit him for a split second, but then his mouth goes back to doing incredible things to my nipple at the same time his fingers between my legs roll my clit.
“Edward!”
I feel him smile around my breast as two of his fingers drive deep into my pussy.
I cry out as my back bows off the bed. He pulls them out and thrusts them in again, and I have to touch him. I fight his grip on me until he lets go, and one of my hands goes straight between my legs to grab his wrist.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper, my other hand sliding into his hair. “Please, God, don’t stop. I–”
He starts pumping his hand, and my hips roll to meet it. I’m already close to coming. I just need a little more—
He rises up off of me, his fingers sliding out from between my legs and out of my grip as I stare at him in shock.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s your turn,” he says roughly.
“What? What!?” I glare at him. “I was about to–”
“I know,” he interrupts. “I want you to come on my dick.”
I blink and look down to see he’s not only hard again, but it looks bigger and redder than before.
I feel wet trickling between my thighs, and I move my eyes back to his face.
“So, what now?”
“It’s your turn, so what do you want me to do?”
My eyes travel the length of him down to his swollen cock again
“Winry?”
“I want to be on top.”
He nods and rolls onto his back. I climb over him, his hands sliding up my thighs and to my hips as I straddle his waist. His grip tightens suddenly as his feverish shaft brushes against my drenched slit.
“Holy fuck,” he hisses.
Oh God. I need him in me in a way I never knew was possible.
“Condom,” I breathe.
“Night—Nightstand,” he grunts, the veins in his neck popping.
I turn and reach behind me, grabbing one from the pile and tearing it open. He moans as I roll it on, and I glance down to see his face twisted in pain.
“Ed?”
“Just hurry,” he hisses.
“Okay.”
I lift up on my knees and take his throbbing shaft in my hand. It jerks at my touch, and I bite my lip, suppressing a whimper as I line the tip up with me entrance and sink down.
“Holy, holy, holy fuck,” Ed chants. “Your pussy is…fuck.”
I’m so full of him, I can’t answer. Instead, I put on hand on his abs, and lean forward to put the other one in the mattress, next to his head. I rock against him, and he swears in my ear.
“Fucking, move, Winry. Please.”
I lift up and drop down again, unable to stop the soft cry that slips out as he fills me. I don’t hesitate to do it again. And again.
“Ride me, Winry,” he growls.
I close my eyes and start moving faster, taking his huge dick over and over, as I grind against him.
“Faster,” he demands, his hands holding my hips as he bucks his up to meet them.
“Ed… I…”
“You’re close. So am I. I need you to finish, so I can finish.”
“O-okay.” I nod and start moving faster.
“Fuck, baby,” he hisses. “Yes. Bounce on my dick.”
“Oh God,” I whimper. “I’m almost…”
His fingers drive between us and zero in on my clit.
“Edward!” My head flies back as I come hard all over his enormous cock.
My body locks up, and I can’t move, I can’t breathe. Every nerve ending in my body is firing at once as hot, liquid orgasm floods my veins.
Suddenly, I’m on my back again, and my knees are yanked up at Ed’s sides as he powers into me.
“You are…” he bites out through his teeth as I watch him move over me, his hips slamming into mine. “You’re the prettiest, hottest, sweetest fuck I’ve ever had,” he confesses on a growl.
A tiny part of me somewhere in my orgasmic haze is aware I should maybe be offended that he called me a “fuck” but the rest of me is somewhere between coming and about to come again.
“I think your dick is magic,” I whimper as he drives into me, and my pussy squeezes tight.
“What?” he frowns in confusion without slowing his thrusts at all.
“I mean I’m think…I’m gonna…OH GOD!”
I come again as he buries himself and stays planted, a beautiful low moan tearing out of his throat as he finishes, his cock jerking inside me as my walls convulse around him.
I’m still coming down when he drops his head to my shoulder and kisses my neck.
“You’re fantastic,” he murmurs breathlessly.
I can’t speak, so I wrap my arms around him, and hold him to me. I drop my legs from his sides, and his weight settles on me, his dick still inside me. We lay like that for a while, sticky with sweat and breathing heavily, until he finally lifts off of me and pulls out.
“I’m gonna deal with this,” he jerks his head toward his condom-covered dick. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t—Don’t go anywhere,” he adds, looking back at me.
“I’ll be here,” I promise.
He disappears into the bathroom, and I sit up and push my tangled hair out of my face. I climb off the bed, wincing at the pleasant twinge between my legs, as I look for my discarded panties. I pull them on and pause when I see myself in the mirror.
My lips are red and swollen in a very good “thoroughly kissed” way. My skin has a sheen of sweat. My nipples look similar to my lips, which makes me blush a little. And my hair…
Sex hair.
I’ve had sex before, plenty of times, but I’ve never had “sex hair” from what I can remember.
A warm feeling spreads in my belly, and I move back to the bed, pulling the covers down and sliding between the sheets. Ed comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later and moves toward me before pausing.
“You’re sleeping here?”
Cold suddenly flashes across my skin, and I sit up.
“Um, I thought—I…”
Oh my God. What was I thinking? He didn’t invite me to stay the night. He just said…
“You told me not to go anywhere,” I remind him, trying not to panic.
“Yeah because I was going to make out with you some more, but…I thought you’d want to leave after that.”
“Wait…” I blink. “So you don’t want me to leave?”
“Fuck no,” he breathes. “I want to hold you all night, but… Shit, I probably shouldn’t have said that.”
I press my lips together and look away as he blushes.
“I’d like to stay,” I whisper.
“Okay, um…cool.”
“Also, could you go back to the part about making out?”
He grins, and I flip the sheets back so he can climb in with me. He kisses me immediately, his hand sliding into my hair as he tilts his head.
“Do you want to get breakfast with me tomorrow?” he asks between kisses.
“Like a date?” I murmur.
“Mmhmm.”
“You barely know me,” I remind him softly, pulling away.
“Yeah, which is why we should fix that over breakfast.”
“Well, in that case…I already gave it up,” I whisper, “so I’m thinking you could at least buy me dinner.”
“Fuck, I’ll buy you the moon.”
I shake my head and look up at him, drowning a little in his golden eyes.
“Dinner is plenty.”
“Dinner it is then.”
Then he pulls the covers over us as his lips capture mine again, and I melt into his arms thinking for a split second about how Paninya is going to lose her mind over this, but then I dismiss it, focusing only on Edward.
