Official Description:
She thinks that I’m rejecting her. I know I’m still rejecting myself. – Five nights that could have happened in Eclipse. You know, if you forget that whole abstinence thing. AU / ExB / EPOV.
Word Count: 7,678
If you don’t already know this, theladyingrey42 is a beautiful writer. And, she writes beautifully. Her words are poetic–well thought out and strung together in such a way that makes you feel every emotion, from those blissful highs to the angstiest lows. So when my BFF told me about this new o/s, I jumped on it.
Five Nights takes us through five nights of canon Edward and Bella, beginning just after they return from visiting with her mom in Florida up until the day after the battle with SkanktoriaVictoria. I love how theladyingrey42 grabs us and reminds us of all the days and nights of denial, right from the beginning:
[dcs_p]I can’t. [/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Automatically, in a reflex born of decades of denial, I begin to pull away. She grasps more tightly to my neck and hair, her hands too weak to hold me but my will not strong enough to force her to let go.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]“Bella. Be reasonable.”[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]A flash of anger lights her eyes, but there’s hurt there, too.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Even when I protect her, I hurt her.[/dcs_p]
I don’t want to give too much away, but this story is full of UST and outright longing. She really gets both of their characters.
[dcs_p]In a single motion, I have torn them off, my hands on her face, her side, her hip. And I am kissing her. Desperately. “Bella.”[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Surprised, she responds only on instinct, minimal reactions and permission until her mind catches up. Then she is right there with me, her hands in my hair and her mouth so open to me. I am speaking too quietly for her to hear, my desire a dangerous thing. “You have no idea what you do to me. No idea.”[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]“I – ” she breathes. “Have you…?”[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]I’m so tired of leaving her wanting.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]My hands move over her body, touching the skin at her waist where her shirt has ridden up. Higher. When my fingertips caress the side of her breast, I can hardly think, the desire so hot in me for all that I am freezing; I am ice, melting beneath her heat.[/dcs_p]
And then… guh. Not even kidding. It’s so insightful. It’s so authentic. It’s so hot. You just need to read it. 
[dcs_p]
[/dcs_p]
Recent Comments