As I readied myself for bed on Saturday, my mind wandered over the previous week. It hadn’t been awful. Edward called me nightly, as he’d promised he would. He sent me several emails throughout each day. They had a conversational tone to them, and it almost felt as if he was typing what he would be telling me were I standing beside him. He didn’t expect me to be able to respond immediately, nor did he want me to feel compelled to attempt it. Catching up on the events of his day when I arrived home from school was one of my favorite parts of each day, second only to his good night phone call.

I got undressed and settled myself into bed for our newly established evening ritual and soon we were chatting away. Even over the phone, Edward’s voice affected me physically. Maybe if his roommates weren’t around we could play a bit. I made a mental note to ask him later, while momentarily resigning myself to the topic at hand.

“Tomorrow is a big day.”

“And I’d like it to be a small day,” I reminded him.

“Your birthday is important, whether or not you care to acknowledge it as such. Besides, there must be something you’d like.”

So we were back to this shit. We’d been talking for about twenty minutes now and the conversation kept returning to the impending doom of my birthday. At this rate, we’d never get to phone sex.

“Nothing, actually.”

It was partially true. There was nothing that I cared to verbalize. I really just wanted to be with him, to touch his hair and his cock and to sleep in his arms. I just didn’t want to ask him to leave his campus. My birthday fell on a Sunday this year, and his classes began the very next day.

“I find that somewhat hard to believe, but you’re in luck regardless as I’ve decided to ignore your requests that I do nothing.”


“Been out on your front porch lately?” he asked.

Shit. I could just imagine what he did. With an enormous sense of dread, I climbed out of bed and threw on a robe before running down the steps to see what he meant. I opened the front door to find Edward standing there, leaning against the side of my house in jeans and a white polo shirt. He held his cell phone in one hand and a gift bow in the other. He smiled when saw me.

“Happy birthday.”

“Are you my present?”

“I couldn’t fit in a gift bag.” He shrugged in mock apology.

I propelled myself into his arms. “I wanted you to come home,” I explained between fervent kisses. “I needed to see you so badly. I just couldn’t bring myself to ask you.”

He laughed as his hands cupped my face. “Good thing you’ll never have to,” he whispered. He scooped me into his arms and carried me up the steps, gently placing me back on my feet beside my bed. I tugged his shirt up over his head before falling to my knees to work on his jeans. I opened the button and pulled down the zipper.

“‘Lucky you,'” I read from the fabric inside his fly. I felt him laugh as I pulled his jeans and boxers down to the floor.
“I’m not sure why it says that there,” he said, blushing.

God, how I missed that blush.

I smiled up at him. “I am,” I said before taking him into my mouth.

He groaned while awkwardly attempting to open my robe with his foot. I shrugged out of it, while somehow managing to keep my lip around him. When I was finally naked in front of him, his hands found my hair as his sounds intensified.

“Oh, god, Bella. I’m going to come.” His words came through in gasps. “And I need to be inside you when I do.”

He already was inside me, but I knew what he meant. I stood up, flopped onto my bed, and pulled him down on top of me. After he came,
he rolled onto his back and held me against his chest. I propped myself up on one elbow.

“Lucky you,” I repeated, smiling  at him teasingly.

He laughed quietly.

“Lucky me, indeed. You’re amazing. You know, my plans were to give you anything you wanted for your birthday. You’ve still somehow managed to make this all about me.”

“I’m having a great time,” I assured him.

He stared up at me in disbelief.

“I enjoy giving head.”

“I can’t imagine why. I mean, I’m grateful that you do, because obviously I love how it feels. But it can’t be pleasant for you, me banging into your throat like that.”

I laughed. “Well, no, that aspect of it isn’t my favorite. But I do like the idea of taking some time to focus completely on you —on making you feel good. That I don’t get any immediate physical pleasure out of it doesn’t really matter. You do so much for me, Edward. And this is something I can do to reciprocate.”

He thought for a bit before speaking.

“I know I’m not the first guy you’ve gone down on.”

Far from it.

“No, you weren’t,” I confirmed. “But you are the only one that’s mattered.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “So…”

I was finally beginning to understand his thought process, so I knew exactly what he wanted to ask.

“Why did I do it?” I finished his question for him.

He nodded.

“Power,” I said. “It was usually about power.”

“And that’s not still part of it?”

I shook my head.

“I wouldn’t mind if it were,” he amended.

“Except it’s not with you.”

He considered that briefly before speaking again. “How does it taste?”

“Your cock?” I smiled. I loved his cock. “Like any other body part, but slightly saltier.”

He shook his head.

“Oh.” I laughed. “That.”

“I can’t imagine semen tastes good.”

“You were never curious enough to taste your own?”


Interesting. I wanted to ask him why, but instead answered his question.

“It’s bitter, but I typically don’t taste it outside of a small amount in the very beginning. I usually have enough of your length in me that it just shoots down the back of my throat.”

He looked mortified.

“You know I like the idea of swallowing, right? Mostly because it’s you. I get that you were trying to spare me that earlier, but there’s no need. I’ll take you in as many ways as I can get you.”

His green eyes brightened and his hand slid down my back to my bottom, where it settled between my cheeks. He lightly tapped my opening with his index finger.

“Would you take me in here?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Do you enjoy that?”

“Honestly? I wouldn’t know. I’ve never done it.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“No, Edward. You seem surprised.” He actually looked like he was in shock

“I thought we’d have to go way kinkier than that before we’d be able to explore new territory together,” he admitted. “I was fully expecting to have to wear a gimp suit.”

The ensuing mental image was hysterical, but I remained focused on the topic at hand. “You’re a smart boy. Think about it. Would you let a virtual stranger pound you in the ass?”

“No.” The immediacy of his answer was beyond comical.

“I wouldn’t, either. You know I’ve only had one other relationship, and he had no interest in trying it. So no, I’ve never had any back door action.”

“Is anal sex really something you’d be willing to try?” he asked.

“I’d probably try anything with you, but not right now,” I said, trailing my hand down his stomach to his crotch. I gave him a gentle squeeze. “I have other plans for tonight.”

He sprung back to life and we happily went for round two.

And round three.

And round four.

A few hours later, we were both spent. I rested my head against his bare chest and closed my eyes.


“Hmm?” I answered drowsily.

“Look at the time.”

I looked over at the alarm clock on my night stand. It was half past midnight.

“You’re twenty-five.”

I closed my eyes again. “And it feels exactly the same way as it did to be twenty-four.”

“You’re not at all introspective about this?” he asked.

“Should I be?”

“Isn’t everyone on a milestone birthday?”

“Twenty-five is hardly a milestone,” I informed him.

“It is a quarter of a century. That’s significant.”

“Sure it is. I think my car insurance rates go down now.”

“I’m serious. It’s kind of a big deal.”

I leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips. “You’re adorable. Truly. But no one cares about any of this shit once they turn twenty-one.”

“What, so the moment you could start legally hanging around in bars you no longer felt compelled to celebrate your life?”

“Pretty much, yes.” I yawned. “Look, Edward, I really don’t like to make a big deal out of it. I’d prefer it to be just like any other day, with the unfortunate addition of an awkward and obligatory five minute phone call from my father and the inevitable disappointment when my mother forgets altogether.”

I wasn’t sure if Edward eventually relented. Seconds later I was asleep. When I opened my eyes, I saw him sitting on the edge of my bed fully dressed to go out.

“Good morning,” he said, stroking my cheek. “I hated the thought of waking you, but I knew we’d be late if I let you sleep any longer.”

“Late for what?” I asked nervously.

“It’s a surprise.”

I rolled my eyes. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything. And you’ll like it, I promise.”

I didn’t like the sound of this, but decided to humor him anyway.

“Do I have to dress up?” I asked, gesturing at his gray dress pants and crisp striped shirt. What I really wanted to do was undress him, but I knew he’d have none of it.

“As the birthday girl, you may wear whatever you’d like. But a dress would be most appropriate.”

Twenty minutes later I was showered with mostly dry hair staring into the void that was my closet. I didn’t really have dresses that weren’t very casual or very formal. I settled on a black pencil skirt and a fitted white button down shirt. It was definitely more of a work outfit than a play outfit. I opened the top three buttons and stepped in red round-toe slingback heels. This was a bit better, though I still looked much more naughty secretary than Sunday brunch. I sighed. It would have to be good enough. Besides, Alice wouldn’t be there to mock me.

Twenty minutes later we pulled into his parents’ driveway.

“Edward, you should have just told me we were coming here,” I said as we approached the front door. “You know I love spending time with your parents.”

“Well, it’s a bit more involved than that,” he explained, laughing softly. He pushed open the front door and led me into the living room where there appeared to be a small gathering underway.

The first person of whom I caught a glimpse was neither Carlisle nor Esme.

It was Jasper.

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  1. on 29 Aug 2010 at 12:59 pmizziey

    oh. hell. no.
    i really hope edward isn’t turning into *edward* making decisions for bella because he know what’s good for her.


  2. on 01 Oct 2010 at 6:42 amlisa89

    DUN DUN DUN! As always, I loved reading about their time together. Thanks!


  3. on 12 Nov 2010 at 11:21 amkng1986

    At least Jasper won’t try to bite her.


  4. on 25 Nov 2010 at 3:45 pmBooksgalore/Bookishqua

    Loved the discussion. Loved the cliffie.


  5. on 29 Dec 2010 at 8:12 pmFancastride

    Oh my is Alice there too? What a nice thing for Edward to do.


  6. on 04 Jan 2011 at 11:18 pmSea4Me

    WOAH!!! Speechless = Me


    Sea4Me reply:

    @Sea4Me, Oh right…bday party, papercut, of course. Follow the parallels, silly me! Can’t wait to see where it leads, tho.