Linger

Skanky Frankie

Rating: M

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own these characters. I just borrow them!

Notes: There seems to be some confusion about Criminal. First of all, I want to thank everyone that reviewed asking for an update, those of you who commented wondering WTF about a love triangle/pregnancy, whatever. I took down everything after ch15 and rewrote ch16. I wasn't happy with the new direction it was taking, so I decided to try it again. Hopefully it will come out better this time, and everyone will be happy. I apologize for how long it has taken me to update, but life goes on.

I have a few new stories in the works, one of which is titled Stay. I'm not sure where its going. I'm also working on a mafia/Romeo & Juliet fic, with smutty lemons OF COURSE. Wouldn't be a Skanky Frankie fic without it, right? I have the first chapter hand written, so it might take a while to get it up here. I don't want to start posting until its nearly finished, so nothing like Criminal happens again :] Thanks for reading, let me know what you think!

Bella

I woke to the feeling of being intensely pleasured. My legs were shaking from it, and my heart was racing. I glanced around wildly, almost not sure where I was or what was going on, until I saw the tangle of bronze hair between my legs. I whimpered, biting my lip at the feeling of Edward's mouth all over my pussy, his tongue alternately lapping at my clit, wrapping around my nub and then delving inside of me. I arched against him, nearly growling with lust. My whole body was on fire from his manipulations on me.

"Edward," I all but choked out, feeling like I was about to explode.

He chuckled, pulling away from me. His lips were wet from my excitement, and somehow that turned me on more than anything. "I was wondering when you would wake up..."

It was dark outside now, and all I could see was Edward and myself reflected on his wall o' windows. Sighing, I tugged him up to me, our lips mashing against each other heatedly. I could feel his hardness against my inner thighs, and all I wanted was for him to be inside of me. How would I ever get enough of him? How did people leave the house, ever? I knew that I was going to have a hard time getting off of his sofa, taking myself home. The pleasure he was giving me was enough to forget about anything else in the world.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, ducking his head to blaze a trail of icy-hot kisses on my throat. "You smell delicious," he added, before I could respond. "You smell like sex."

"I wonder why," I replied sarcastically. "Most likely because I have just had sex."

"Yes," Edward said, and I could tell he was more than just pleased about that. He nuzzled my cheeks, kissing every inch of me. I wanted him back inside of me, or back down there. But he seemed content to just... press kisses all over my face. "You smell like me. I love that."

"Well I'm sure you smell like me," I replied, growing a bit irritated.

"I do. You should have seen Jasper's face when I went downstairs while you slept," Edward said, chuckling. "He looked positively envious. Like he wanted to eat me."

"I know someone that needs to be... eaten," I said, glaring at him.

It was like a switch flipped on inside of him. He growled, and his eyes seemed to darken. Suddenly, he was pulling me around, flipping us over so that I was straddling his washboard stomach. I ground myself against him, making him reach down to stroke my nub. He knew far too well what I needed, so the feeling was feather light, just enough to get me going.

"Edward," I moaned, letting my head lull back. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, nearly shaking. I could feel his hardness against my butt, and I scooted back until I was poised over him.

"You're so wet," he said, letting his fingers delve inside of me. "So warm..."

"If you're ready," I said, impatient to feel him stretching me, filling me up. My veins were on fire from him, and he finally pulled his hand out of me, placing both on my hips. I licked my lips as I sank down on his length, hissing at the feeling. It was a mix between sore and so, so, mindblowing good. He threw his head back, muttering under his breath so quickly and quietly that I couldn't understand him. I couldn't pay much attention either way.

I was on fire as I rode him. He was guiding my hips, moving me up and down, while thrusting his own at the same time. I was nearly incapable of doing much else but breathe, and the sounds that were coming from me were none that I had ever heard myself make before. I was arching and trembling, and before I could do much but gasp for breath, I was crashing over the edge. My muscles were spasming, or that was sort of what it felt like. My heart was racing, and I was feeling the most intense things I had ever felt. How was it that he could do this to me, without even breaking a sweat?

Maybe it was because he was a vampire, and he never sweat. All I knew was that I was too limp to sit up right, and I collapsed against his chest, panting.

Edward

"Don't give up now," I said, still thrusting into her. She was laying against my chest, breathing hard, and her pussy was contracting against me. It was a beautiful feeling, but I needed more than her just laying there.

"I can hardly catch my breath," she whimpered, and I chuckled.

"Can we switch positions then?" I asked, smoothing a hand down her back. I could do this forever, I realized, without ever stopping. Except to maybe feed. I couldn't figure out what I had been waiting for, with keeping us both from these powerful feelings. The way her skin felt beneath my finger tips, like I was touching an open flame that was softer than anything else in the world. The scent of her, dripping with desire and lusting for me, was a heady sensation. Without waiting for her answer, I turned us over so that she was resting on her knees and elbows.

"Edward!" she exclaimed, blushing so red that I could see it on the back of her neck. She flicked her dark auburn curls around, glaring at me from her vulnerable position. She could still be embarassed in front of me, which was heartwarming and amusing. I knew every inch of her skin, knew the way her body moved and the way her face looked in her most intimate moments... And yet, me fucking her doggie style was too much.

"Bella," I said, pressing gentle kisses to her back. God, her skin smelled so good. Freesias mixed with salty sweat and the smell of me all over her. Maybe it was an animalistic vampire thing, but I loved that I could smell myself all over her flesh. She was mine, all mine, for the taking. I pressed the head of my cock against her opening, which shut her up for a moment. Her dark eyes met mine as I thrust fully inside of her - until she could no longer keep them open.

This position, I could already tell, would be a favorite. I squeezed her ass as I thrust inside of her, and she squeezed my dick in response. I growled, slamming my hips against her butt. She was whimpering, making noises that were egging me on. Her small hips began meeting mine, thrust for thrust, until she was coming undone again. How was it possible that each orgasm she had was so different? Her legs were shaking against mine, and her back arched so hard I thought it might break.

My moment came soon after, and I was cursing in different languages as she bucked against me, her inner muscles clenching around me, milking me of my orgasm. How was it possible that I had never indulged in these luxuries, these pleasures, before? It didn't make sense, and I was having an unbelievable time with it.

I collapsed against her, not from exhaustion, but from the simple need to be near her. I wanted to scream with joy as she snuggled against me, I wanted to kiss her and make love to her all over again. It didn't seem plausible that these feelings were actually happening to me, but they were. After all these years of being alone, without anyone catching my interest, there was Bella. With her dark eyes and her small, delicate features, the least likely candidate but the most perfect woman for me in creation.

"I love you," Bella grumbled, already half way asleep again.

Bella

School was so arbitrary at this point. How was I supposed to focus when I had Edward there, gazing at me heatedly the whole day? I was shifting uncomfortably in my seat all day, and things only got worse in biology. Didn't Mr. Banner know what he was doing? Letting us sit in the dark, watching - or completely ignoring, in my case - the film on the screen? I was aching for him, even though we had managed to sneak in a quickie before I had to get around for school. In the shower, my body ached under the heated water, but it was a nice, satisfying ache... The kind one only felt after some passionate love making.

I clenched my legs together, trying to sooth the heat between my legs. I wondered if Edward was struggling with the same desires as I was. Maybe I was just some kind of sex addict. Maybe the glitch in my brain was some kind of pleasure thing. Because I was definitely craving more.

"Bella," Edward hissed, all but glaring at me. It reminded me of our first few days together, when I didn't know whether he hated me or what.

"What?" I whispered back, trying to be silent.

He grabbed the edge of my chair, silently sliding me to him. "I can smell you," he whispered into my hair, full of intent. "I can smell your desire."

I blushed to the roots of my hair. "I'm sorry," I said, completely humiliated. I completely forgot about his vampiric sensories, notifying him to .. well, to me being excited or horny or whatever. I hoped it wasn't a bad smell, but he was just glaring at me, the muscles in his jaw tight. I couldn't tell whether that was good or bad. I knew I shouldn't have worn a skirt to school - not only was it wet and chilly out, but Edward could definitely smell things easier.

"Its intoxicating," he replied, his cool breath tickling the shell of my ear. In one swift movement, before I had time to say a word or take a breath, his hand was deftly stroking against my panties. "Its intoxicating to know that you enjoy this just as much as me... That you're thinking about it while we're here in class," he whispered, so quiet I almost couldn't understand. I bit my lip to hold in a cry that was threatening to escape, pleading with me using just my eyes. If I tried to talk, it would only come out as a moan - and as embarassed I was to make those noises with Edward, our entire class hearing them was an even worse thought.

"You're so wet," he whispered - how could no one noticing this going on? I didn't dare move. "Your panties are completely soaked through. What ones are you wearing?" He slipped his fingers inside the material, lightly tracing my pussy. "They feel cotton. Modest."

"Please," I whispered, though I was sure it came out as only a sigh.

"Please what? You want me to stop, Bella?" His fingers stopped their probing.

"NO!" I all but shouted. A few heads flicked up, but I stared straight ahead at the movie as though my centuries old undead, vampire boyfriend was not fingering me under our table. Mike Newton sent us a suspicious look, but put his head back down on his desk to finish up his nap.

Edward silently chuckled, but resumed playing with me. "Naughty Bella," he whispered, his lips grazing my neck. "You feel so good. What I wouldn't give to be burried inside of you right now." I whimpered at the thought. I was so close, my body tingling and tight with the anticipation. How could someone do this? Make you feel so amazing and good with just one flick of the wrist? "Would you like to come?" he asked, grinning that half smile at me.

I nodded, chewing my lips. My legs were shaking, thats how close I was. After a few teasing seconds, Edward plunged his fingers in side of me. I had to bite my cheek to keep from crying out as I climaxed, shivering and trembling and thrusting my hips - just barely - against his hand. He wasn't smiling anymore as he watched me, an expression of desire mixed with amazement on his face. I wasn't going to let him get away with this - no way. Once I came down, sagging against my desk, I peered at him through my lashes. He removed his hand from my panties, his fingers slick with my juices.

"You play dirty," I said, glaring at him.

"You love it," he replied, cocky.

"I can play dirty too," I said, reaching between us to rub the bulge in his slacks.

***

"Its not the same," I managed to say, after gasping in surprise. "You can't -"

"Oh, yes I can," Bella said, grinning at me mischeviously. She flicked her dark hair over one shoulder, squeezing and stroking me through my pants. The scent of her orgasm was all over, and I was shocked that no one else could pick it up. It couldn't simply be m vampire senses, the humans had to be able to smell it as well. So delicious, musky. I loved the way her body completely lost control when she was coming - I was impressed that she managed to keep as still and quiet as she did.

I was distracted from this train of thought as her small hand unzipped my pants, and her hand went inside. She stroked me, moving her hand up and down and slightly twisting, but it was a slow, teasing friction that would not take care of my problem easily. I thanked whoever was upstairs for the loud volume of the movie, the darkness of the room, and the overcast sky outside that made everything dark and sleepy. The majority of the class was asleep, judging from their thoughts, and our teacher wasn't even in the room. The perfect situation to breed this sort of behavior.

"Are you thinking of my pussy?" Bella asked, right at my hear. I inhaled sharply - she rarely spoke like this, and when she did, it drove me mad. Hearing her say such dirty words was a turn on, and I knew that if she kept that up, I wouldn't be able to last long.

"Yes," I said through gritted teeth. Her pussy was perfection - warm, tight, and soaking wet with her excitement, her desire for me. I wondered if it was like that with everyone woman, but figured most likely not. They wouldn't make so many lubricants if it was. I couldn't imagine ever needing it with Bella, who was apparently so turned on by me, by what we shared, that she was dripping wet at the drop of a hat.

"You're so big," she purred, and I felt my eyes straining to roll back in my head. "But you have to know that, don't you? Feels so good inside of me... Can't believe we waited so long to finally fuck."

"Bella," I said, grasping the corner of my desk. The wood splintered in my hand, and I tossed it to the ground. "I'm about -"

"I wish you were inside of me," she said, licking my ear and nibbling on it. I loved when she bit me. The harder, the better. "I wish we were making love, and you were deep inside of me, and that we were naked in your -"

But that was all I needed, and I spilled my seed into my underwear, groaning imperceptibly. She smiled, satisfied with herself, pulling her hand out of my pants. I was taking deep, hurried, uneeded breaths to calm myself down. I kissed her cheek, before grabbing the bathroom pass from the back of the room to clean myself up. I was home and back in just a few moments. I couldn't understand what the two of us were going to do - with our hormones raging like this, how were we ever going to get anything done?