224Forgive the Effed Up formatting. Fanfiction's having issues. I cheated and pasted this into an old upload.
Anyway, let's just pretend the danger of Victoria doesn't exist. Bella can be home by herself without everyone freaking out. Rock on.
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The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: 2. Awkward
Pen name: bananapancakes7
Pairing: Bella/Charlie
Rating: M
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Lather, rinse, repeat. And repeat again.
I rubbed a third handful of shampoo into my hair, evoking another wafting aroma of strawberries and cream into the misty steam that swirled from my ankles to my shoulders. I sighed, running my fingers through my tresses unenthusiastically, closing my eyes as the sudsy water ran down my face.
There was no reason to rush through my nightly routine, for Edward wasn't going to be waiting for me with his open arms and mellifluous voice to hum me to sleep. I had a very lazy Sunday night to myself-Charlie was working late and Edward was out performing "an unfortunate necessity," as he called it, with Carlisle, Jasper, and Emmett. A boy's night out, per se. Or, in simple terms, a hunting trip.
Though I hadn't pouted in front of Edward as he kissed me goodbye, behind the shower curtain, I couldn't help but let my true colors show. Embarrassingly, I felt like a lonely puppy who's owner had gone on vacation.
Ugh, now you're pining. It's not like you won't see him at school tomorrow. Distract yourself.
I sighed heavily, thinking that my hair wouldn't be able to withstand another handful of shampoo or conditioner. Every inch of my skin was clean, slick, and smooth. I supposed I should just get out; there really wasn't anything else for me to do…
My eyes focused on the stream of water falling from the brand-new, removable, seven-spray shower head that Charlie had recently installed. I had purchased it almost a week ago to replace the old, dilapidated one after being sprayed with rusty residue for the last time, and it wasn't until now that I realized I hadn't even taken advantage of the different spray settings.
Curiously, I unlatched it from its holder and studied the little illustrations on the large dial. I spun it once and the steady spray that was flowing suddenly changed into a full, misty drizzle. I giggled at the tickling sensation and spun it to the next setting. An intense charge of water shot out, making me squeal, wondering who could ever enjoy the sting of something that had the power of a fire hose. I aimed the head away, thinking that it might be safer to let the wall take the brunt of whatever was coming next, and turned the dial again. Large beads of water shot out in rapid-fire, like a little water machine-gun, pounding against the wall with echoing thumps-almost how my heartbeat sounded when I was around Edward.
Edward.
Just the thought of his name sent my body awash with pleasing chills; it was only the tenth hour of our separation, and I was already aching for the feeling of his arms around me and his lips against mine-and if it was a good night, maybe he would have even let me wrap my legs around him…
I aimed the water at my hand and huffed slightly as the spot between my legs pulsed gently, knowing full well that Edward had no intention of letting me get any further than that, if anything. He spoke of being with me forever, yet when I even so much as physically or verbally suggested any kind of sensuous activity, he would simply shake his head, throwing around words like "dangerous," or "marriage."
I am eighteen years old. I have needs, too, damn it.
The water beating against my palm brought me out of me haze, and I narrowed my eyes in thought. I was alone, after all. No Charlie…no Edward…just me and my shower head.
I let my breath out slowly, a mixture of shy embarrassment and excitement building as my body responded to the thought of what I was about to do. Positioning my right leg on the ledge of the tub, I lowered the shower head to my most sensitive area, concentrating on hitting the right spot. A minute passed as I daydreamed, and as the water palpitated, I rubbed my finger against my slightly swollen bump and the pressure of both made me groan in pleasure.
It was so easy-instantly, I imagined Edward's hand doing the work, sliding up and down in perfect precision, the icy tip of his finger meshing with the hot water-I knew the switch of temperatures would have me moaning in desire.
Holy shit. Did that noise come out of you?! Involuntarily, the sound I'd imagined had come to life, straight out of my mouth. It's okay. No one's home…enjoy this.
I continued, stopping every now and again to let the massaging beads of water do their magic, and lustful swells of blood seemed to rise and fall through me in a strong current. I began to pant in a careless pattern, sweeping my finger across my skin over and over, closing my eyes to envision his face once again. The persistent beat of the water mirrored my heart rate, and his golden eyes were the first thing I saw in the darkness.
"Oh, my God," I cried shakily, sucking in another breath, only to exhale just as fast.
I bit my bottom lip, unsuccessful in restraining a wild moan as the rhythmic pelt of the water pulsated against my heated center. Every burst increased my arousal-it felt stronger, warmer-I was seconds away from release. The tingling ecstasy spread from my groin to my legs, and I could see Edward clearly in my mind, pressing down upon me and nipping at my skin, his mouth brushing against my navel-my name forming upon his lips just as he plunged his tongue down to satisfy-intensify-my craving-I could almost hear him-
"Bella?!"
The sound of the bathroom door banging open and a very loud, panicked voice rudely infiltrated my thoughts and sent my feet sliding across the slippery tub. I dropped the shower head and grabbed for something to steady myself as I fell, but only succeeded in ripping the shower curtain off its hooks as I landed hard on the bottom of the tub with a noisy-and painful-thud.
I stared in horror. "D-Dad!" I exclaimed.
Charlie was standing in the doorway, flustered, holding his gun in a ready-to-fire position. Thank God the shower curtain had come down with me, for it was the only thing keeping him from seeing me completely naked.
"What are you doing?!" I cried, clutching the plastic curtain, pulling it up to my neck.
"Are you all right?" he almost shouted, staring at me in bewilderment.
I scrunched up my face in confusion. "Yes! Get out!"
"I heard you crying," he accused, finally easing his grip on his pistol and lowering his hands. "I thought someone-I thought you-"
I gaped at him, feeling my face flush a telltale shade of red. Oh, dear God. OhdearGodohdearGodohdearGod.
Charlie's eyes narrowed toward the closet. "You're not hiding someone in here, are you?" he asked, his face turning its own shade of pink. "If Edward Cullen is in that closet-"
I saw him reflexively tighten his grip on his gun.
"Are you-are you kidding me?" I cried. "No, he's not in there! You just barged in! He wouldn't have had time!" Actually, Edward would have had plenty of time to jump in there if such a situation were to ever present itself, but Charlie didn't know that. "I thought you were working!"
"I got off early," he said, cocking his eyebrow and staring at me with suspicious eyes. "Well, what were you doing, then?"
I was having fun with the shower head because my boyfriend's unavailable and wouldn't take away my 'innocence' even if he was here.
I stuttered incomprehensively, racking my brain for an excuse. "Singing," I blurted out. "I was just…singing."
"Singing?" Charlie asked, looking even more befuddled. "Sounded like you were in pain or something."
"Dad!" I yelled, horrified. "Get out!"
He finally shook himself out of it, muttered under his breath, and shut the door faster than it had opened, I presumed. I panted, looking around me in utter disbelief and mortification, reluctantly submitting to the fact that I had just missed the most mind-blowing orgasm I would have ever had, to date.
"God damn it," I whispered to the empty bathroom, lifting the shower curtain over my head in resignation.
"I'll buy a new shower curtain tomorrow," Charlie said with his mouth full.
After I had "recovered" from the shower incident and minutely mourned the loss of my 'O,' I got dressed in my pajamas and slunk down to the kitchen for a drink. Charlie was enjoying a heated plate of meatloaf and mashed potatoes that were covered in gravy, and a side of green beans. At least he was happy.
"Okay," I mumbled, pulling a glass out of the cabinet. If he hadn't been sitting right there, I would have stolen one of his six-packs and taken it to my room to try to forget everything that had just happened.
Charlie swallowed and took a sip of his own beer. "You didn't, uh, hurt yourself, did ya?"
I grimaced, thinking that my ass was going to have a bruise the size of a pancake. "No, I'm fine," I grumbled as I hoisted a large pitcher of iced tea out of the fridge.
I could hear Charlie's boot tapping on the linoleum floor. "Dinner's good, Bells."
"Thanks," I said, still not looking at him. I felt like there was a scarlet 'M' on my forehead.
"Honey, I didn't mean to come across that way," he said, sounding sheepish. "I think you have a very nice voice."
My hand shook slightly, causing me to miss the glass and slop iced tea on the counter. I tried not to appear appalled as I grabbed a paper towel to mop up my spill. "Thanks, Dad," I said quickly, keeping my eyes locked on the counter.
God, this could not be any more awkward.
"Your mother used to sing in the shower, too," Charlie said thoughtfully. "You sound just like her, actually."
Aaahh!
"O-okay, g-goodnight," I stammered, abandoning the pitcher on the counter and grabbing my glass. I scampered for the stairs, leaving my mystified father behind.
Ew. Ew. Ew. You do not sound like Renée. You do not, you do not, you do not.
Once I reached my room, I set my glass on my night table and buried my face in my pillow. I groaned, softly this time, not wanting Charlie to race up the stairs and give me an 'overprotective encore.' Thank God he was oblivious, or was at least pretending to be; though, I was pretty sure he wouldn't have made a comment about Renée if he'd had any inkling of what I'd been doing. I shuddered, repulsed at the very thought.
My cell phone's tinkering ring echoed throughout the room, and I lifted my head quickly, reaching over to grab it from my night table. My shoulders slumped slightly when I saw the name. Not Edward. Alice.
I opened my phone and sighed dramatically. "Hi, Alice," I mumbled, lethargically running my hand over my eyes.
"Hey, Bella," came her light voice, though tinged with an amused, teasing tone. "I saw that you had a…busy night?"
My eyes widened as Alice chuckled harmoniously. Her visions.
Oh, fuck me.
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I don't know what's with me and the shower scenes. I think "The Woods" has too much UST. I guess this is my outlet. *snicker* Was it awkward enough for you?