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icmezzo_archiveObservations of a virginal vampire
Chapter 3: On the disgrace of public nudity
A/N: Thanks so much to Missyfits for prereading and TwilightMundi for betaing.
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As soon as Edward stopped in the hallway outside of Alice and Jasper's door, Alice saw several events unfold before her: namely, Edward dropping trou and yanking one out until a confused Carlisle stumbled out of his bedroom to try to ascertain why Edward was furiously polishing furniture in the hallway.
Edward knew this, of course, because as soon as Alice saw it, he picked it out of her head.
The thought of being caught again by someone who was for all intents and purposes a parent, was enough to get Edward moving again toward his room. It's not that Edward didn't like Carlisle or Esme, he just didn't particularly care for their presence when his pants were around his ankles in the hallway.
But then, Edward was having trouble imagining exactly who he would want to see under those circumstances. Eventually Edward decided he would wish to see his mate, but that vampire still remained a mystery, and Carlisle was a highly inappropriate stand-in. And Edward was certain he deserved the real thing.
So with this thought, Edward took another step toward his bedroom, more determined than ever to make it there without incident.
But with Edward's resolve, Alice's visions changed again and Carlisle no longer made an appearance—a factor that made Edward wonder if making to his bedroom was such a priority after all. He was sorely tempted to experience a release while under Jasper's influence, imaging it to be highly satisfactory compared to what had become a rather perfunctory act on his part.
And with Edward's indecision, Alice again saw a clueless Carlisle arrive in time to catch Edward, in the hallway, with his candlestick.
And so it went, the two locked in a most improbable loop.
Ultimately, it was Jasper who broke the spell. Having gotten tired of being handcuffed while Alice stared off into space trying to see his voyeuristic brother's future, Jasper finally pulled off the metal cuffs, picked up Alice and tossed her onto their bed, fell down on top of her and used every trick he knew to keep her mind fully focused on himself, including a triple dose of lust with a side of desire.
Alice, distracted, stopped watching for Carlisle's ill-timed arrival.
And Edward likewise fell prey to the emotion emanating from the room.
For a vampire atypically fond of over-analyzing every possible consequence of every possible action, throwing caution to the wind was a highly irregular occurrence. But Edward was not lost totally within the lusty haze; his typical drive to give everything he did 110% was very much present. So with his typical zeal, he leaned back against the wall, removed his judiciously pressed jeans and color-coordinated underwear, and abruptly tossed them to the ground, finding the pile of clothing on the floor sexy in a spontaneous sort of way.
Edward wasn't one to take things slow, valuing efficiency above matters such as teasing or getting warmed up. And so, without preamble he began to stroke himself furiously.
As he did so, he listened specifically for Jasper's vocal reactions and tried to tune out the rest of the sexual cacophony around him.
Edward had decided long ago that he would prefer to mimic Jasper's vocalizations when he finally had sex, because he found the other vampire's reactions quite pleasing. The high pitched keening of Alice, for example, held very little appeal to him. The same was true of Esme's gaspy sort of whimpers. Jasper, however, he found to be both descriptive and succinct, yet with just enough growl to remind Edward of their animalistic tendencies.
Edward wasn't going to last long, but he felt no shame in this, thinking himself extraordinarily talented; vampires were supposed to be fast. Plus, he wasn't necessarily interested in hanging out longer than necessary in the upstairs hallway when he was...hanging out.
So, as he quite enjoyed the influence of intoxicating emotions emerging from the room, Edward became more engrossed in his actions, and after hearing a particularly encouraging groan on Jasper's part, Edward gave himself a few extra pumps and well-placed tug and came almost immediately.
It was the most intense orgasm Edward ever had, thanks in part to his very limited experience, but mostly due to Jasper's emotive abilities. Afterward, caught offguard and slighly overcome by such intensity, Edward slumped down in the hallway, certain that it was completely within his right to close his eyes and bask in the afterglow for just a moment or two.
Or three.
Or maybe even four. It was hard to tell.
In fact, it was only when Carlisle eventually tapped him on his shoulder that Edward once again realized where he was, and that he was slightly less clothed and far more semen-y than appropriate for public viewing.
Edward mumbled an apology as he scrambled to his feet and hurried to redress. Carlisle found this to be insufficient, however, so Edward was also forced to knock on Alice and Jasper's door to say he was sorry for getting off listening to them get off. It was awkward to say the least.
Chapter 3: On the disgrace of public nudity
A/N: Thanks so much to Missyfits for prereading and TwilightMundi for betaing.
Disclaimer: All copyrights, trademarked items, or recognizable characters, plots, etc., mentioned herein belong to their respective owners. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without
express authorization.
As soon as Edward stopped in the hallway outside of Alice and Jasper's door, Alice saw several events unfold before her: namely, Edward dropping trou and yanking one out until a confused Carlisle stumbled out of his bedroom to try to ascertain why Edward was furiously polishing furniture in the hallway.
Edward knew this, of course, because as soon as Alice saw it, he picked it out of her head.
The thought of being caught again by someone who was for all intents and purposes a parent, was enough to get Edward moving again toward his room. It's not that Edward didn't like Carlisle or Esme, he just didn't particularly care for their presence when his pants were around his ankles in the hallway.
But then, Edward was having trouble imagining exactly who he would want to see under those circumstances. Eventually Edward decided he would wish to see his mate, but that vampire still remained a mystery, and Carlisle was a highly inappropriate stand-in. And Edward was certain he deserved the real thing.
So with this thought, Edward took another step toward his bedroom, more determined than ever to make it there without incident.
But with Edward's resolve, Alice's visions changed again and Carlisle no longer made an appearance—a factor that made Edward wonder if making to his bedroom was such a priority after all. He was sorely tempted to experience a release while under Jasper's influence, imaging it to be highly satisfactory compared to what had become a rather perfunctory act on his part.
And with Edward's indecision, Alice again saw a clueless Carlisle arrive in time to catch Edward, in the hallway, with his candlestick.
And so it went, the two locked in a most improbable loop.
Ultimately, it was Jasper who broke the spell. Having gotten tired of being handcuffed while Alice stared off into space trying to see his voyeuristic brother's future, Jasper finally pulled off the metal cuffs, picked up Alice and tossed her onto their bed, fell down on top of her and used every trick he knew to keep her mind fully focused on himself, including a triple dose of lust with a side of desire.
Alice, distracted, stopped watching for Carlisle's ill-timed arrival.
And Edward likewise fell prey to the emotion emanating from the room.
For a vampire atypically fond of over-analyzing every possible consequence of every possible action, throwing caution to the wind was a highly irregular occurrence. But Edward was not lost totally within the lusty haze; his typical drive to give everything he did 110% was very much present. So with his typical zeal, he leaned back against the wall, removed his judiciously pressed jeans and color-coordinated underwear, and abruptly tossed them to the ground, finding the pile of clothing on the floor sexy in a spontaneous sort of way.
Edward wasn't one to take things slow, valuing efficiency above matters such as teasing or getting warmed up. And so, without preamble he began to stroke himself furiously.
As he did so, he listened specifically for Jasper's vocal reactions and tried to tune out the rest of the sexual cacophony around him.
Edward had decided long ago that he would prefer to mimic Jasper's vocalizations when he finally had sex, because he found the other vampire's reactions quite pleasing. The high pitched keening of Alice, for example, held very little appeal to him. The same was true of Esme's gaspy sort of whimpers. Jasper, however, he found to be both descriptive and succinct, yet with just enough growl to remind Edward of their animalistic tendencies.
Edward wasn't going to last long, but he felt no shame in this, thinking himself extraordinarily talented; vampires were supposed to be fast. Plus, he wasn't necessarily interested in hanging out longer than necessary in the upstairs hallway when he was...hanging out.
So, as he quite enjoyed the influence of intoxicating emotions emerging from the room, Edward became more engrossed in his actions, and after hearing a particularly encouraging groan on Jasper's part, Edward gave himself a few extra pumps and well-placed tug and came almost immediately.
It was the most intense orgasm Edward ever had, thanks in part to his very limited experience, but mostly due to Jasper's emotive abilities. Afterward, caught offguard and slighly overcome by such intensity, Edward slumped down in the hallway, certain that it was completely within his right to close his eyes and bask in the afterglow for just a moment or two.
Or three.
Or maybe even four. It was hard to tell.
In fact, it was only when Carlisle eventually tapped him on his shoulder that Edward once again realized where he was, and that he was slightly less clothed and far more semen-y than appropriate for public viewing.
Edward mumbled an apology as he scrambled to his feet and hurried to redress. Carlisle found this to be insufficient, however, so Edward was also forced to knock on Alice and Jasper's door to say he was sorry for getting off listening to them get off. It was awkward to say the least.
