http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5782455/1/Love_in_My_Box

Official Description: Bella’s an intellectual free spirit and Edward is a reserved, slightly geeky med student. They have a brief, but intense encounter on Sp Brk in Miami. Can they find true love through emails? There will be lemons and laughs. Look who’s writing this!

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SweetDulcinea says: I came across Love In My Box when Kassiah tweeted the link, and it is one of the most refreshing, fun fics I have read recently. It is a sweet, charming, and hilarious story by Marvar, who writes the EPOVs and Cosmogirl7481, who writes Bella. Together, they go by cosmoandmarvar, and they are truly one of the most delightful collab teams I have ever read. So far, the story is 4 chapters, but it only takes the first one to hook readers. Told mostly through a series of e-mail correspondence, readers learn that Edward and Bella have had some sort of “recent sexual encounter” as Edward puts it, and though they live across the country from one another, he is tenaciously determined to court her.

I hope you don’t think me strange for emailing you like this, but I have this feeling I can’t explain. It’s like an ache in my chest. I had a cardiogram, which revealed no abnormalities. All follow up tests ruled out any type of medical condition. I also had a full battery of tests which proved me to be free from all sexually transmitted diseases. I hope this pleases you (My classmates and I used my dilemma as a learning opportunity during our lab).

Therefore, I have concluded that since this pain began the day you left me, it must be related somehow. I’m considering writing a paper about it.

Bella’s response to the admitted internet stalking is surprised and flattered, and from the beginning, it’s clear that her honesty and blunt tongue are the makings of an enchanting virtual romance.

I would like to keep corresponding with you via email. I think it was a very romantic gesture. Thank you for making it.

You said that you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about me now and you asked if I thought about you. I want you to know that I have thought about you on more than one occasion. I think about you, still. I hope that’s not too much.

Edward’s devotion to scientific study make him endearing and funny to both the readers and Bella, and her desire to get to know this man she only met once perfectly fits her characterization as a Women’s Lit grad student (and hopeless romantic by default). Geekward and fluff lovers should run, not walk to this fic.

With each email, I promise that you will find yourself laughing and swooning with these adorkable characters.

AmeryMarie says: Oh, my fuck! Love this fic. I love Awkwardella I think it may be the geekiest most awkwardly cute Bella and Edward I have ever read. Ever. I am not a giggler, but I have to be honest when I say I giggled all the way through this fic.

I mean, come on! Is this not the nerdiest, brainiest flirting ever…

Yes, I do know about the size variance in body parts – it is rather common. But reading about it in textbooks and doing a physical examination are two different things. (I wasn’t speaking about doing an exam on you, Bella. That would be a conflict of interest and not to mention extremely distracting.) I cannot speak to the sensitivity issue as I have not had enough experience with the female areolae and nipples – except for yours of course, which are extraordinary and not the norm. If we’re being honest, I believe all of your features are exceptional.

If I may be so bold, I think about you everyday and every night – most thoughts are chaste – I can’t give you a precise ratio of chaste to sexual, especially when you write about your low-cut tank tops and blushing breasts. You have made quite an impression on me.

I especially love the dynamic of Bella being the more sexually aggressive of the two of them, but without coming off as superior to him or less geeky.

I agree about the hands-on experience. Your hands were perfect on my breasts, Edward, though I would never want to create a conflict of interest by your performing an exam on me. But, don’t you think it would be a little fun to play doctor? You know…before you actually become one, that is. Thank you for complimenting my blushing breasts. I assure you…my nipples have never been more flattered. My areolae are shy and refusing to comment. (However, they write about you in their journal every night).

And if I am being honest, you have a particular body part that was spectacularly, outstanding. Or spectacular when it stood out…prominently…generously. I’m very good with adjectives. (Lit major.) I could describe that particular part of you endlessly. Seriously, I could go on at great length. Just like your…well, you know.

This fic is only five chapters in, but it seems like its going to be a fun, happy, fic.

MF’er says: Not even gonna lie, from day one, I have been pimping this fic like it’s gonna get me paid. After Cosmo and Marvar sent us a teaser here at Fictionators and I read this line:

As far as not knowing what “got into you” that night, I hope you remember, um, that it was me. Right? ? I mean, I didn’t get it all the way in, but I can try harder next time. I really hope there will be a next time.

I was hooked. I ran to Twitter and everywhere else I could and was begging people to read with me (and I’ll keep doing it, too).

As the description says, the story starts after an intense night on Spring Break in Miami shared between our two protagonists, the lovably adorkable Edward Masen who is now suffering from chest pains (though, he’ll tell you he’s run all of the appropriate tests and can confirm that he’s fine) and the beautifully smelling young lady who’s a little naughty and a lot funny, Isabella Swan.

Immediately after you begin reading, you’ll find out that Edward has done some… unconventional things to track down his lost sweetheart in order to get to know her better, and he’s sending her an e-mail, asking her to get to know him.

I hope you don’t think me strange for emailing you like this, but I have this feeling I can’t explain. It’s like an ache in my chest. I had a cardiogram, which revealed no abnormalities. All follow up tests ruled out any type of medical condition. I also had a full battery of tests which proved me to be free from all sexually transmitted diseases. I hope this pleases you (My classmates and I used my dilemma as a learning opportunity during our lab).

Therefore, I have concluded that since this pain began the day you left me, it must be related somehow. I’m considering writing a paper about it.

So, Bella, please tell me you’ll correspond with me. Just try to get to know me.

Who could possibly turn down that kind of offer, right? What comes after that is a series of e-mails between these two characters. We get to look in while they get to know each other and eventually get glimpses into the night they met and what happened during their ‘encounter.’

I could quote so many sweet, adorable and hilarious lines for you, but I would keep you here reading for a while and it would be faster if you just went and read the story
instead. I promise you’ll laugh, swoon and fall just as hard for these characters as I have.

Go read and leave these girls some love in their boxes.

SnowWhiteHeart says: So, I’m going to start with an FYI: the prologue of Love In My Box will have you in stitches. Scratch that– the first LINES from this story will have you embarrassing yourself at your desk at work. In fact, you may need to resign if you read this there. (Please, please read the subject line).

From: Edward Masen
To: Isabella Swan
Re: Recent sexual encounter

Dear Bella,

I hope you are indeed the same Isabella Swan I met in Miami on March 12. If you aren’t, I apologize and you may delete this message forthwith.

If you are indeed her, I pray that you are well.

What is the weather like in Berkeley? Never mind, I can Google it. I don’t know why I’m asking inane questions when I really just want to know if we could start communicating with each other.

After you left, you know, that morning, I’ve thought about you. I wanted to find you, but all I knew was your name and what college you went to. I had to do quite a bit of investigation to find you. Luckily I’m well versed in Berkeley’s computer operating system. A few clicks, a buffer overflow, and a backdoor, and there you were. Incidentally, your ID photo is quite flattering.

Holy crap, that’s how you start a story. Love in My Box begins as a series of emails between Edward and Bella, who had a one-night-stand on Spring Break. Clearly, these two are not used to random hookups, as evidenced by their hilariously awkward electronic interactions.

To answer your question – I picked you because you are the loveliest woman I had ever seen. Period. The other women in the bar were faceless. . .nameless. . . non-existent. You shone like a bright star across my universe. I hope that wasn’t too corny. My thoughts may be trite, but they are completely sincere.

As you know, I don’t really have a “suave” way of speaking to women. That’s one of the reasons why I spend so much time alone. My ex-girlfriend said I didn’t have any ‘game’ (among other things) when she broke up with me. After I realized that she wasn’t talking about soccer, I consulted the Urban Dictionary online and realized that she was correct. I don’t have ‘game.’

How cute is this Edward? He slays me. He’s so clueless and completely candid– love it. For the first few chapters, you’re piecing together their night in Miami from context clues, and then, recently, the lovely authors of this story gave us a little first-person perspective that was very enlightening.

“Brown hair, Bambi eyes, rocking body -three ‘o clock. Shit, she just glanced at you Edward, you might have a shot,” my best friend Emmett speaks with a touch of incredulity in his voice.

Emmett means well but his taste in women is suspect. After all, he introduced me to Jessica.

“I can find my own women, thank you,” I huff and look in the opposite direction. I take a swig of the swill the barkeep is calling wine these days.

“Jesus, Ed, can you order a more manly drink? Like a pina colada or something? The chicks are going to think you’re playing for the wrong team,” he mutters over his yard of beer. It is quite literally a yard. How do people drink this much?

“Emmett, you know I’m not much of a drinker. I don’t like to lose control of my faculties.”

But, as we already know, Edward did indeed lose his faculties. And his pants.

Anyways, this story is a real treat because of its unique format and adorable Edward, so read it and subscribe to it, and you’ll get plenty of Love in your Box.

Kassiah says: Well what else can I say? Everyone already took my favorite quotes lol. I just want to add that I’ve been on the Marvar and Cosmo bandwagons for quite some time, and I am thrilled that they’ve joined forces to write this story. It’s one of my favorites–definitely a must read!