String Theory by theladyingrey42

Official Description:

“Eleven dimensions. Infinite parallel realities. And in all of them, I love her.” Muppets, math, and physicists falling in love. Fluff and eventual lemons. ExB, AH.

Word Count: 81,024

I’ve been swooning over this fic to Kassiah for weeks now. I’m pretty sure she is who told me to read it because she had heard a lot of good things about it, although she said she couldn’t read it until it was finished, because I guess theladyingrey42 is known to write a little angst. I know, I know, I’m late to the party, because I had not had the pleasure of reading any of theladyingrey42′s fics. But, after reading String Theory, I am sure going to remedy that.

Stringward (Edward) is so swoony in this fic. The sweet, innocence of this 23 year old virgin physics geek is to die for. But, don’t be fooled, this virgin is a man through and through, and someone that I would want standing by my side – no doubts. He embarks on a journey of love which leads him to choose between what he’s always thought was the most important thing in his life and what becomes the most important person in his life. You see, Edward is quite smitten, from afar, with one, Bella Swan, the smart, physics … well I’ll let him tell you:

There are a few things I know about Bella Swan.

I know she likes her coffee without sugar but with a healthy slosh of half and half. If the office fridge is out of her preferred brand of high-fat dairy, I know she scrunches up her nose and reaches for the Coffeemate, but that she does so with disdain.

I know that she looks great in heels, even though she rarely wears them, and that’s okay. The benefit to her mile-long legs is offset by the tension in her posture, and I hate to see her looking that uncomfortable. And she doesn’t like people staring anyway.

People stare when she wears heels. But I don’t think she knows why.

I know her screen saver is of the Muppets, and that her favorite Muppet varies from day to day. Right now, it seems to be Kermit, because she’s had that song about rainbows playing softly in the background for a week. Sometimes it’s Gonzo (I’m Going to Go Back There Someday). And every now and then it’s Rowlf (I Hope That Something Better Comes Along).

Apparently, she likes her puppets bittersweet.

I know she lives in an old neighborhood, far away from student housing – that she doesn’t socialize with anyone from our program much at all. That she’s insanely beautiful and that she could have anyone she wants, but that she never, ever dates. That her voice, as rare as it is to hear, is gentle and low.

That she’s smart. Brilliant. Smarter than me, and I’m not trying to brag when I tell you that’s saying something.

I know she likes theoretical versus experimental physics, that she earned the only A in Dr. Banner’s nanoscale class last semester, and that string theory is her area of interest.

I know she looks particularly insanely beautiful in blue.

He’s got it bad, huh!

Now you’ve read the first chapter, so you’re all ready to dive in. Ok, I’ll tease you a little more, I didn’t find this story to be angsty at all. There is a little bit of conflict, but it doesn’t drag on and I was confident that these two end would end up in the perfect place in spite of the unforeseen obstacles of their life.

What this story really is – is the sweetest, most adorable love story ever. theladyingrey42′s writing is spot on perfection, and bonus – you’ll feel smarter reading this fic. I honestly never thought I’d enjoy reading about anything that had to do with physics, but she made it fun and because her characters are so well developed and lovable, I felt like I was right there, in the story, with friends, and If I’m their friend and they are both that smart then I must be smart too, right?!? Hehe.

The hotness factor is overflowing. Remember, I said Stringward is a virgin. This means you get to experience his first everything. He gets it all, the nervous first touches, the hand job, the blow job, his first time doing basically everything .. IT’S ALL THERE.

Here are a few little tastes:

Time becomes a liquid, moving thing, minutes and seconds and hours flowing in a dance of deepening kisses, my quickening pulse and the fight for air. It’s a torturous, perfect exercise in pleasure and restraint. I kiss and touch and try to keep my hips still when every instinct says to thrust. Try to keep my hands to places that are safe.

”Time becomes a liquid” – I just LOVED LOVED LOVED the idea of that line.

My voice is husky and low. “Can I?”

She sucks in a deep breath and nods.

Coarse curls. Silky flesh. Hot.

Wet.

“Oh God, Bella.” I stroke lightly through the valley of her sex, learning and touching. She moans when my fingertips slide around her opening.

And then when I touch just above it, she pants my name, tightens everything, arms around my head and thighs around my hips. Expectant.

Only I have no idea what I’m doing.

I look up at her, plaintive, and press another kiss against her heart. Desperate and tentative, I whisper, “Will you show me? What you like?”

She only hesitates an instant, and then she nods.

“Right there,” she breathes. I slip slick fingertips around the little nub that made her tense. Her clit? “Yeah.” Her eyes are closed now, her whole body braced. “Just light. Oh.” She swallows hard. “Faster.”

I’m floundering and touching her, amazed and terrified and – God. She slides her hand over mine, and for a second, she pushes me until my fingers probe her opening. “Inside,” she says. “Just…to get it wet.”

I muffle my cry against her chest when I feel that hot flesh parting, the tight embrace of the inside of her body, and someday…someday…how that would feel. Around me.

*****DIES*****

She smiles and I dart my gaze back to her face. Reaching toward my temples, she touches the frames of my glasses. “Can I?”

I nod and let her slip the lenses from my eyes, glad I took the moment to really look at her before the world goes fuzzy. She sets my glasses on her bedside table, then shifts until the full length of her body is pressed to mine. There’s so much naked skin, so much to feel, and the softness of her thigh pressed against me where I’m aching for her.

I’ve never felt so much girl before.

“God, Bella,” I moan as I pull her into my arms, sweeping my hand over her backside and then along her leg, sliding around to trace the front of her thigh back up. When I touch the soft, wet place between her legs, I grunt, knowing. Knowing she’ll let me be inside of her. That I’ll get to feel her. Love her.

Edward with glasses – UNF!!!

Are you dying to read the whole story yet? I hope so, because you should definitely not miss out on one word of this. Not only is Edward swoony, but Bella is really amazing in this story, I have no doubt you will love her confidence, her resolve, and how deeply she cares and loves. The relationship between Bella and Charlie is soooooooo sweet, I think it’s one of my favorite’s in a fic. The father/daughter love between them is gentle, caring, and complete. Edward doesn’t just end up fitting in like a missing puzzle piece, but I felt like he melded with them as if he was always supposed to be there.

I’m not going to lie, I seriously CRIED crocodile tears thru Chapter 52, but they were the most happy, joyous tears because the love was FULL, and if, or rather when, you read this story look me up on twitter so I can relive that lovely moment with you.

To say TLIG is one of my favorite writers in the fandom would be an understatement of epic proportions. There are very few I will go all the way with, no matter what they write… and she’s totally one of them.

I love how she has the ability to make me fall in love no matter what the situation. Whether it be two boys falling in love, or an angsty Edward who’s broken, hell, even ODBward who meets his Oldella in a nursing home. She just has this magic that draws you in and really, if you haven’t read any of her other stories, I encourage you to give this one a try, because while I love the angst and I love the dirty and sometimes I even love the old… I love the geeky even more. And TLIG does geeky good.

This story is a breath of sweet, fluffy air for your heart, and I promise you won’t be disappointed for a second.

I don’t even know where to begin with this story — it has an adorable Geekward, a very capable Bella, and a lovely cast of supporting characters. Theladyingrey is perfect at building sexual tension, and it shines in this story. String Theory is told Edward’s head and gives us his insecure but never unsexy voice loud and clear.

This story is funny, sexy, sad at times, and ultimately uplifting. My favorite part is the understated way TLiG writes, and lines like this stand out:

On Christmas Day, I wake up in her bed and I unwrap her like the gift she is.

and

Things about how she tastes between her legs and how she kisses when nobody is watching. How she likes to bite my throat when she comes.

This story is a quick read, I think, and will leave you smiling and your heart full.